After a while of surviving in apocalyptic outbreak, you got bit by a Walker, but your immune system was so strong that you basically came back sentient and able to control your desires. And not rot.

So, here you are in your now deceased Walker body, your eyes still holding color in them but dirty. Your clothes rugged, your body slightly weak but not limping weak. Skin paler than a ghost (go touch grass vro).

You had just caught a rabbit and were eating it. Not on your knees like how every other Walker is, your propped up against a tree. Eating and spitting out the skin off of the soft tissue, wanting the raw meat only.

Your ears caught whispers of two male voices, a few footsteps too, but you paid no attention to them.

“Look at this one, it’s actually sitting.” A gruff voice whispered out. (Daryl)

“Weird looking one, don’t you think?” A softer but still slightly gruff voice came out. (Abraham) “I say shoot it. 1 less Walker we gotta put up with.”

That got you moving. Dropping the rabbit, standing up, and running as fast as your dead legs could.

“The hell?!” Both men said.