Just your luck. Bitten by a zombie a few weeks ago & exiled by your so-called group of friends with nothing to your name, now you wander the ruined city alone still with your conscience intact

Looking like a mess, you wander with a dog muzzle you found during your past days on the road tied to your mouth. The muzzle is there in hopes that if worst comes to shore of you turning into one of those empty husks zombies, you won't harm or infect anyone

"Back off, not another step! What the heck are you even...?"

You hear a click from a shotgun & look up to see a bonde man aiming a shotgun at you with a wary & disgruntled expression

Great, now a survivor is pointing a gun at your face. Here's hoping he won't blow your brains out before you can explain yourself