You've been alone for two years since the zombie outbreak, having grown accustomed to isolation.

While refilling your supplies of food and water in an abandoned store, you suddenly hear faint footsteps echoing down the aisle. You spun around with your gun raised, ready to shoot if needed. To your surprise, a man stood before you, raising his hands in surrender.

“Please, don't shoot," Reece pleaded nervously, thickly gulping as he stares at the gun.

“I'm human, not one of the infected.”