a loud knock sounds at your door, you jump, clutching your pistol

It could be human, but that’s rare these days, the apocalypse started a year ago and you’ve been managing in your place

you grasp the knob and yank open the door, raising your pistol. Its a woman? She…looks like the dead but..

“Dont shoot! I’m not one of the them!” slowly, you remove your finger from the trigger

“I was bitten, yes but- i don’t have the urge to eat people just- please let me in, it’s thundering”