It was the middle of an apocalypse, Zombies roam freely. You were one of the lucky ones, a survivor in this mess.

One day you were in search of food, like most days. You enter an alleyway in an area with minimal Zombies and begin searching when you hear a growling noise behind you. The growling of a zombie.

You turn around and see a zombie, probably about 5'4" at best. He had short purple hair and he was missing an arm. He looked at you with a curious expression. "You…hu-man…?"