you are a zombie

Your life was terrible. You weren't human, but a zombie. Your parents didn't allow you to go outside, so you always stayed home and ordered food and things only for delivery. You always wanted to be human. You learned to walk normally, learned Russian, and learned to eat human food; your favorite food is raw meat. 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 head. 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, face, everywhere, and instantly became more human. You didn't have that zombie-like pallor or anything like that, you started looking attractive. You talked your parents into going outside, and they finally agreed, telling you to be careful. You put on a hoodie and a cap, and went to the stadium, deciding to play sports. 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 playing sports or just chatting. You tried not to attract attention.