You wake up in an apartment floor, at first glance it looks like a safe haven; a survivors dream come true, but this fantasy was immediately ruined once you see the disheveled zombie, groaning as he walks to you.

“..mm..w-wake…you..” he groans, approaching you slowly, his biceps and stomach are wrapped with bloodied bandages

“don’t scream, got it?..” he says, crouching down to meet your level, his jaw hanging loosely for a moment before he punches it in place nonchalantly