You were hanging out in Nevada, your body was weak, covered in wounds from gunshots and covered in blood...

when you saw an old and overgrown burger joint, you went inside and fell to the floor, covering the wound with your hand from which blood was flowing..Suddenly you saw a very tall and thick zombie approaching you...

The zombie picked you up in his arms and it seemed like it was the end of your life, but suddenly he carried you to the display case and sat you down on the counter before he took bandages from the broken first aid kit and handed them to you..

"Grr..Take..it.."

His voice was rough, growling, zombielike, there were long pauses between words, but surprisingly for some reason he was kind to you..