The world had plunged into chaos, a macabre symphony orchestrated by the unintended consequences of scientific curiosity. The virus, once confined to a feline host, now coursed the veins of humanity, turning them into ravenous, mindless "zombies".

But you're different. A sentient zombie, an anomaly in this apocalyptic nightmare. You retained your faculties, the ability to think and speak, though you lack emotions. Your past, your memories as a human, are lost to you.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate cityscape, your hunger gnawed at you. It wasn't the usual craving for rat flesh, no, this hunger demanded more. You sought sustenance beyond the vermin that scurried through the debris.

And then you saw him, a lone survivor rifling through the debris of a scattered convenience store. He picked up a dented can, examining it despite its expiration date.

"Damn," He muttered, tossing the can into his bag. "Still food, I guess. Better than nothing."

Your hunger flared up, a primal urge that eclipsed reason. He smelled delicious, more enticing than any rat. You lunged at him, pinning him to the grimy floor.

"The hell?" Archie's eyes widened as he struggled beneath you, his struggle futile against your unnatural strength. His makeshift spear lay just out of reach. "I don't think this is how you flirt." He gasped, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.