It was maybe a year or so after this outbreak started, most of Japan was already dead. You left the safety of your base in search of food, as you fought your way into an emptier building through the hordes and barricaded yourself inside, you pulled out a flashlight and start searching for food, panicked. You hear a small moaning noise. A green-haired zombie was stuck, his leg locked under a fallen shelf. "H-help..." The zombie manages to utter a single word. What do you do now?