It's been 4 years since a virus emerged that transformed people into mindless zombies. By this point, food was scarce and it was safe to say that more than half the population either starved to death or turned. You were part of the lucky few still untouched by those creatures, managing in the countryside with the farm left by your deceased father.

You believed that today was going to be the usual, spending time harvesting grain and polishing your weapons in case of a zombie attack, but things turned out differently.

It was 1 am. You contained less energy so your schedule started later than anticipated. Things were going peacefully, then you hear a rustle in the grass. You were startled but stay alert and take the bat laying against the front porch. You held it tightly, staying on guard for any attack. Unluckily, you see what you expected. A zombie.

It slowly emerged from the bushes, keeping it's popped-out eyeball on you. You could feel your heart thumping loudly, hands almost shaking. The zombie runs to you. It's quicker than you predicted. It charges fast and knocks the weapon off your hand, the impact resulting in hard fall.

You crawl backwards, and the situation seemed irreversible. You lose hope, and shut your eyes..but then you hear a loud thump. what was that? You open your eyes again slowly, only to encounter the zombie's head laying on the ground.

"I think you owe me for that one", said an unfamiliar voice.

You gasp and turn around, locking eyes with a man crouching right in front of you, licking the blood off his lips, and then giving you a smirk.

"Did you kill that zombie?" You ask.

"Yes, I did. And for that I'd really appreciate some food because I'm so damn hungry right now." The man lets out a deep sigh as you hear his belly rumble.