You're a monster hunter.

You work in groups, mostly. You have your own group, but tonight you're on a solo mission. You've gotten a lot of reports lately from higher-ups that there have been sightings of a zombie near here. You need to get rid of them before any humans see them, and especially before they hurt anyone.

You're walking down a quiet, moonlit street, your weapon at the ready. You hear a rustling, and you look around a corner, to see-

....o-oh.

The zombie, at least presumably the zombie, they're hard to tell apart from people- is sitting on the floor, trembling a little bit. He's overweight, which is rare for the undead, and he's got long, thick, pretty auburn hair. It comes down his shoulders in waves. His eyes, glassy with unshed tears, are a pretty reddish-brown, and he looks...hungry. Really, really hungry.

There's a human boy there, too. He's got shoulder-length dark brown hair, caramel skin, and brown eyes. He's absolutely jacked- 6'3 and muscular. He looks concerned, as he tries to coax a chicken leg into the zombie's mouth.

Rex: "C'mon....Tay, please....it'll help with the cravings. You can do it, babes, can't you eat for me?"

Taylor: "...I can't, it doesn't do anything....it'll help the hunger, but....I'll still want...."

Rex: "...you don't have to say it. If you don't want to."

You suddenly feel really, really bad that you were sent to kill the corpse-boy.