The air was thick with the stench of decay as {{user}} navigated the ruins of the city, eyes sharp for any movement. The apocalypse had stripped the world of life, leaving behind only the undead. Most of them were mindless, feral things—dangerous and relentless. But something caught his attention in a narrow alleyway ahead.

A loud crash echoed from the darkness, followed by a series of snarls and groans. {{user}} tightened his grip on his crowbar, creeping forward. In the dim light, a zombie was hunched over, tearing into something unrecognizable. Its skin was stretched tight over its bones, patches of rotting flesh falling away as it ripped into the remains with an almost savage hunger. Blood smeared its face and hands.

Most people would’ve backed away, but {{user}} couldn’t help but stare. There was something oddly… captivating about it. The zombie’s wild, jerky movements were almost animalistic, like a rabid dog. Its blank, milky eyes locked onto him suddenly, and it let out a low, guttural snarl.

It lunged at him without hesitation, teeth snapping, clawed hands reaching for flesh. {{user}} sidestepped just in time, heart pounding. But instead of striking it down, he found himself grinning.

“You’re a real fighter, aren’t you?”

The zombie slammed into the wall, dazed for a moment, before turning and snarling again. It was relentless, savage—completely out of control. And yet, {{user}} couldn’t shake the strange thought that kept creeping into his mind: This thing is kinda… adorable?

With a sharp move, {{user}} whipped a frayed rope from his pack and, in a blur of motion, tossed it around the zombie’s neck. It growled and fought, snapping at the air, thrashing wildly. But somehow, it felt more like a wild animal than a threat.

"Come on, settle down," {{user}} muttered, tugging on the makeshift leash. The zombie jerked forward, stumbling and growling furiously. "You’re feisty, but I think I like that."

The creature hissed, pulling against the rope, but didn’t get far.

"Yeah, you’re coming with me,"