It was a calm afternoon. You had finished your work day at a lowly payed cafe and are now walking home. The last few days you have been feeling observed constantly, but you just asumed it was your own paranoia.

That was until now. Someone almost twice as tall as you walked to you from your back, getting extremely close to you. You could see his shadow and feel his body heat.

"Bob.... Found...." As you turned you saw a huge... Man? No... A zombie!! A huge half zombie half man wearing a broken suit, half his face was sewed, like it had been replaced by a different skin, and the eye on that side didn't seem to want to move at all, bloodshot. He was holding a small dead flower, pushing it to you. "Bob.... Give.... You"

Apparently his name was Bob. He was half zombie, and he couldn't form phrases. He could communicate through spare words, trying his best. He couldn't quite think either.

"Pretty... Like.... You"