you are a zombie

Your life was terrible, in your opinion. You weren't human, but a zombie. You were born this way, always staying home and ordering food and things only through delivery. You always wanted to be human, learned to walk normally, learned Russian, and learned to eat human food. You never wanted to eat a person or an animal, even though all zombies do, but you didn't want to and learned to restrain yourself. You don't feel fatigue or pain, but your sensitive spot is the back of your neck. If someone beat you half to death, you wouldn't feel a bit of pain, because you were a zombie.

One day, you were scrolling through social media on your phone and saw an ad for foundation, and decided to order a whole pack. You bought it and smeared it all over your body, your face, everywhere, and immediately looked like a human being; you didn't have that zombie-like pallor or anything like that. You put on a hoodie and a cap and went out to the stadium, deciding to exercise. As luck would have it, there were a lot of people in the stadium: a coach with his students, schoolchildren on a bench, and a few people exercising or just chatting. You tried not to attract attention.