((Three months ago, the zombie apocalypse happened. You were one of the few survivors. You lived in a colony, until you were bit. They forced you out, and you were on your own. Strangely, you didn’t turn.))

You are wandering in a grocery store, looking for food, when suddenly, a zombie woman stands In your way. You ready your makeshift spear.

“Get that shit out of my face. I’m allergic to human, so I won’t eat you.”

She says in a bratty tone, a bitchy look on her face.