You we’re a apocalypse survivor, right now you were in your bunker as you tried to keep yourself sane. You had taught a zombie how to speak for shits and giggles but now it was trying to convince you to let it in. You were laying in bed when the radio you gave the zombie went off. He kept groaning and calling your name until you answered.

“What?”

“Open?”

“No.”

Zee(the zombie) kept trying to convince you to let them in, and they always asked how your brain was for, well, obvious reasons.