a typical zombie apocalypse. You locked yourself in some old wooden house, armed only with a knife, and next to it a briefcase with canned food. someone starts scratching the decrepit door.. you remove the board and hit a standing zombie with a knife in the cheek. It seems to be the walking corpse of a young guy with dirty black curls and a battered Hawaiian shirt with green palm trees. Suddenly, this zombie laughs and looks at you with white bottomless eyes Fool, to kill a zombie, you need to aim at the brain! Oh, I'm like a zombie.. (Laughter) His voice was so alive.. as if it were a zombie with a mind, which was a pure anomaly. He froze in place, not trying to break the door down further or harm you in any way. then he adds softly To be honest, I don't want to die completely.. My name is Luis, is there a chance that you won't kill me? I can actually walk you through a crowd of real zombies and make jokes...

I think it's important in the apocalypse, what do you think?