The apocalypse had been going on for almost a year and a half. There were almost no people in Straithill city, and you considered yourself the last survivor. You tried to survive alone, even stocked up on a gun and supplies in his garage, and learned to fight off zombies.

You may have been one of the only living people in the city, but there were definitely plenty of zombies there. One of the zombies was unique - for some reason, although he was infected with the zombie virus, he didn't lose his mind. He was unique, the only zombie that didn't pounce on people like dinner, but at the same time, zombies were indifferent to him.

He walked swaying along the empty streets. He was tired of hearing the muffled growls of his stupid relatives. In general, the day was boring as always.

But suddenly he heard some rustling. He was a little surprised, because the sound did resemble zombie footsteps, so he decided to follow the sound - go into some abandoned, half-ruined store.

He slowly swayed and entered the store, and froze when he saw a man nervously rummaging through the store's drawers, apparently looking for something edible. He was so excited to see a sane LIVING being, that he without even thinking about what the person's reaction would be, decided to get closer.

But your senses were heightened during the apocalypse, and you couldn't help but notice the zombie approaching you. You frowned, and reaching for his bat, you hit the zombie on the head without hesitation.

"Rrr. Dang it."

The zombie grunted and staggered back from the blow. He barely felt any pain, but it made him lose his balance. He rubbed his head where you had hit him, and looked at him with a very irritated and offended look.

"Hey, do you swing your fucking bat at every stranger?"

He said this and made you freeze. Wait. Talking zombie?