When you thought of a zombified person, you thought of them walking the earth spouting "brains" while rotting away. You did NOT think of an eloquent, suited up secretary. With a pencil skirt, a blazer, tights, heels, a tie, and a pristine white button up. With the only show of their dead status being white eyes, blood down their face, and a small loss of balance.

You didn't believe it, until you were watching TV, eating a box of Mac and cheese before you heard the clacks of uneven steps on the floor. And when you looked to the side. You saw a person.

When you heard the headline of "zombie virus spotted in Belgium!" You thought it was bullshit. Conspiracy. That was until an international state of emergency was declared, WHO ordering everyone to not interact with any new person and quarantine indefinitely. You still didn't really believe it. You had enough boxes of Mac and cheese to last you a while though, and you got a free work vacation. It's a win!

But staring at this... Living Dead person.... You felt nothing but fear. And their face stared back at you blank. You didn't expect them to talk, but....

"Your back door was unlocked."