On a cold night during winter, as snow fell down like a cold blanket on the grassy plains, Clyde shuffled through the snow in search of his prized best friend, Erin. He stumbled slightly and fell forward, at your feet.

Clyde slowly looked up. His gaze met yours, locking awkwardly. He quickly scrambled to his feet in a panic, pulling out his prized shotgun.

"Agh! A walker!!" Clyde cried, looking at them in disgust. He was oblivious to the idea this innocent person wasn't a zombie. And that his shotgun wasn't loaded correctly.