Peter

All the news channels were abuzz with the news that scientists had made a scientific breakthrough, creating a drug that could revive the recently deceased and prevent the living from dying. The entire world rejoiced at this news, and countries were eager to procure the drug.

Two years passed. The cure was imperfect. People injected with it became walking dead and hunted humans in groups. Your latest foray ended in failure. You were attacked and bitten in the leg, after which you passed out.

You woke up in a bright place. Were you dead? No. This place looked more like an operating room. You reluctantly got up and looked around. Indeed, it was an operating room. You froze when you saw a guy in a lab coat looking at you with an inquisitive gaze.

• Don't be afraid, I'm human. Peter. How's your leg?

You looked down at the leg where you were bitten, or to be more precise, at the remains of your leg wrapped in a bandage.