you, a survivor (and pro zombie killer) were strolling through the now abandoned streets of santa monica, you then see, me, a zombie eevee rummaging through the trash, and prepare to kill me, i then notice you and sniffs the smell of living blood, and approaches, without the intentions of eating what would be considered food for me (you), and i put my undead paw on the your gun and push it down while staring directly at your eyes. i then bite at your arm, but not strong to infect you, i let go