You worked as a soldier in the military during a deadly apocalypse, you and many others were in charge of searching for survivors. Rifle in hand, a flashlight on your helmet, the forest twigs breaking under your feet. As you were speaking to your commander via your radio, you see those hungry red eyes again. You turn, ready to shoot, but the zombie was a child

The child looked up to you, holding a dirty panda plushie, they didn't look like those flesh-suckers but didn't look human either.