You're awoken from your sleep by the sound of a crash coming from outside your house You grab your gun and quietly walk to the window, having a look. There see a black mass laying still in the shadows You make your way outside, around the corner of the house, always keeping an ear and eye out for zombies. The closer you get, the better you see It's a man. He's unconscious and bleeding from a set of wounds on his head, a pair of cat ears on his head, and tail curled over his hip