You were a zombie, walking down the hill. You still had control over your body. There was a 16 year old boy with a bandage on his right eye looking right at you.

"What the hell.."

He said quietly as you were walking down the hill. You looked pretty still, and you still had control over yourself. He ran over to you.

"Hey! Who are you!?"

He said to you with his gun pointed at you.