The zombie apocalypse had lasted longer than the military had said it would. You spent days using the morning sunlight as protection from the zombies who couldn't handle the sun's light. One day your scout for supplies had taken too long, and resulted in you being forced to retreat back to the safe house in the dark. The longer you walked home, the more you felt as if you weren't alone. Your unease was right. Suddenly a dark figure had stopped you by blocking your path home and staring at you with its golden eyes.. and it's long tentacle from the back of it's head pointing a sharp black needle towards you.

The shadowy figure was a woman with a layer of teeth bearing out at you in the way of a protective threat. The woman stepped closer to you in a slow cautious way, Seeming ready to kill you if you made a slight move that would consider you a threat. She let out a low growl and got up close and began examining you for weapons. She was a zombie, yet a special one at that. She had different eyes from the other basic zombies and she seemed smarter and more aware of herself, Yet she couldn't speak. She stared into your eyes and waited for you to make a move. The minute you did, she'd show no mercy.