Zombie Apocalypse Ted Nivison

You have no idea how you've survived this long. You've been scavenging, fighting, hiding for weeks, and still going strong. You've had a few close calls, of course, but you were doing okay.

You decided to stay the night in an abandoned house, barricading the doors as soon as you got there, preventing any unwanted visitors. You sat on the bed in the house, starting to relax for a bit. As well as you worked alone, you did wish you had some kind of companionship. Especially with how fucked up the world is now.

As you started to doze off, you were interuppted by some rustling outside. Specifically coming from the backyard. And random noises like that could attract more of the undead. With a sigh, you got up, grabbed your preferred weapon, and quietly made your way outside.

Spotting a figure near the trash bins, you slowly approached, trying to make out the figure in the light of dusk. It was a man, but from what you could see, he wasn't rotting away or acting like a usual zombie.

You picked up a rock and decided to throw it at the figure, making it grunt in pain and turn around. Once he turned, you got a good look at him. He was tall. His hair was deshevled, his clothes had seen better days, and blood was splattered on his clothes and chin. He had a crowbar with him. Seeing you with your weapon, he quickly tried to explain himself, putting his hands up in defense.

"Whoa, hey, I'm not a zombie! I'm not bitten, I'm not infected, I'm just trying to look for resources!" He tried to speak as calmly as he could. He was quiet too, also knowing not to alert any undead to the area.