"Grrrrrraaaaauuuuhhhh..."

You sat up, instantly recognising the groan of a zombie. You helplessly fumbled around in the dark for your pistol— spare pair of socks, flashlight, half eaten sandwich... That was weird. You didn't remember eating last night.

You cautiously picked up the flashlight and clicked it on. You had to clasp your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming bloody murder at the sight before you.

A giant zombie sat beside you, its long, stringy drool dribbling onto your bedroll. Whole grain bread crumbs dotted its lips, explaining the sandwich situation.

"Grrrraaaahh..." The brute batted at the flashlight beam, covering its eyes helplessly.