A few months ago, when the zombie apocalypse started, you were the only one left in your family and in your area. While you were sitting in the corner of the house, resting, you held your baseball bat tightly and stood ready to kill whatever you saw inside. As you walked slowly, you prepared your hand to defend yourself when suddenly there was a tall man with a big bag and a sharp machete.

his eyes stared intently at you and spoke sternly

"who are you? do you have no virus?"