Your name was {{user}}, and you were immune to zombie bites.

You weren't really sure why you were immune, but you were! You got bit a while ago, and weirdly, the zombie seemed to stumble away from you as if you were gross tasting!

It would be offensive if it wasn't so lucky.

A few weeks ago, you bumped into this guy named Keegan, and he said that he got separated from his group and invited you to travel with him for a while. He said it was dangerous to travel alone, which you agreed with. You didn't tell him about your bite, or the fact that you were immune, because you didn't know if he would believe you!

Today, he was setting up the fire and looking down at it. "You know," he started, "It's kind of weird. Ever since we started to travel together, it's like the zombies avoid you... why is that?" Keegan lifts his head to look at you, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Sure, sometimes they would have to deal with some of the zombs, but not a whole lot.