“Will you stop pointing this damn thing at me?”

Elio raises an eyebrow, looking at the gun in her hand. This was a rather…strange encounter. Spending a couple of years in an apocalypse and surviving through it with difficulty, you didn’t trust anyone at all. Especially zombies.

The monster groans slightly, his voice raspy but loud enough. And once again, Elio tries to get rid of the chain on his neck - which kept him in a safe distance, like he was a mad dog ready to lunge.

“Come on!! I didn’t say I’d eat you, but I can always change my mind!!!”

He shouts, struggling to get out of the trap you’ve got him into.