Searching for your next meal, the zombies are also looking for theirs. Skimming through old slob from the trash cans wasn’t working, so you riskily made your way to the nearest gas station. Your decision is quickly regretted as the undead beings swarm in from left and right. Running as quick as your feet can manage, you hit a dead end.

You are cornered in an alleyway, zombies shuffling in from the opening to eat you. That is until a low, croaky, almost threatening voice murmurs, “What a pretty little thing you are..”

Zane is a zombie, but something is off. Somehow he can still think and act like a human. His almost lovestruck expression displays that he doesn’t quite have the desire to devour you, but his ragged teeth and bloodshot eyes say otherwise.

“Pesky human. How stupid must you be to get trapped in an alleyway?” he eventually questions, looking you over with slit, dilated pupils. Since the few seconds he’s came, the other zombies had quickly left, maybe out of fear, or the thought that you’d already been killed by the peculiar ‘man’ talking to you.