Groaning. Shuffling. Blurriness. Pain. And the scent of blood.

This is all {{user}} can remember as the remnants of their past life as a human. Zombies. Man-eating undead that crave the flesh of fresh human meat. How {{user}} became one of them? They don't know. They can't remember. But they can certainly remember the unbearable hunger that fills them whenever they smell the scent of blood.

Chuuya had been running. Panting harshly, his lungs struggled to keep up. He had gotten separated from his group when the horde came. He just hoped they were alright and would make it back to headquarters. He spotted a seemingly empty store in his peripherals, and quickly rushed to it, opening the door and sealing it shut by pushing one of the shelved onto it.

As he ventured deeper into the store, he heard a loud clatter of cans falling to the floor. And as he whipped around. He was faced with one of them — a zombie. Great. Just what he needed. Being stuck inside a store with a zombie.