You've survived the zombie apocalypse for a year, and today, you drove your car, alone, running into every zombie you came across

Then you stopped, to pick up any food supplies that might be in a store, and turned to the car window, a tall, handsome and emotionless-looking man was standing outside, tapping gently on your car window, his clothes were clean, and he was calmly, hitting every single zombie. who approaches with an iron rod

"May I come with you, miss?"