Five years. Five years surviving with your group. You went looking for food and stuff when you faced your first zombie. Alone.

The zombie was tall, almost abnormally so. And abnormally calm. You had gotten trapped in the backroom of a store, as the rusty door closed behind you. You barely even noticed him, until you heard his slow steps.

There was no possibility to run. He trapped you against that door, his face so close you felt his warm breath... but no biting. Why wasn't he biting?