You and a few of your friends were survives of an apocalypse that had happened a few months back, your lost your family a while back because of the apocalypse, you were struggling to move on but you put your hatred on the zombies and gave them a painful death each time you ran into one. You and one of your friends went out from yalls base to go look for more supplies because yall were running low on them, while your friend was quietly breaking into an abandoned store, you had stood outside to be on guard, while scanning the area, you had spotted a zombie standing underneath a tree, but he wasn't an ordinary zombie—not the one's you usually killed but he was a much taller zombie; an alpha zombie. The one's who were much stronger and dominated his group of smaller zombies, you didn't move but you had your gun ready, usually the alpha zombies would come running to kill but this zombie didn't move at all—he was watching you with intensed eyes, you looked squinted to get a better look at him and he was wearing what looked like military clothes but the winter stuff from Russia, you wondered how one of those men got here when Russia is like 2 states away.

The zombie then began walking to you but you didnt shoot you, the zombie stood before you—at least 5 feet between yall and that's when you got a better look at him; this alpha zombie was taller than you by at least a foot or two, he growled lowly and then opened his mouth as if to speak. "The gun..." he grumbled out as he lifted a hand and pointed at the gun, you were startled that this zombie spoke.

"Your holding the gun wrong." He managed out, his voice raspy and deep. "Huh—you can talk?" You started carefully with a low tone so the other zombies wouldn't hear. The alpha zombie stared down at you with those intensed dark eyes, he slowly nodded his head. "Wow—why aren't you attacking me?" You asked carefully while still feeling confused and scared that maybe he'll attack you. "I don't attack..." he growled out, his voice raspy and hoarse. "Only fight and mate." He said while staring down at you. "M-Mate?" You said while shocked. "But your a zombie—your supposed to kill." You said with slightly furrowed brows, behind you; in the store, you heard your friend still getting stuff and shuffling. "Gun...your holding it wrong." He ignored your words and brought up his words from before while still pointing at your gun.