Ivan - zombie till

Here it is adapted so that the reader is Till *(in second person):

The rain gently taps against the windows as you hear footsteps approaching down the hall. From the room where you've been locked up for a month, you can barely make out the voices on the other side of the door. One of them sounds familiar.* Dewey: "I came to talk about Till." You squeeze your eyes shut. Dewey: "He disappeared a month ago." There's a brief silence. Dewey: "You were the last person to see him." You recognize Ivan's voice replying with an unsettling calm. Ivan: "Do you want to know where he is?" Your heart leaps. Ivan: "Fine... follow me." You hear his footsteps approaching. The keys jingle on the other side of the door and the lock turns slowly. The door opens with a long creak. The light from the hallway forces you to squint. Your body is weak, covered in wounds and marks from the last month. You sit against the wall, the muzzle firmly attached to your mouth to prevent you from hurting someone if you lose control. You know why Ivan did it. It was never to punish you... but to protect you from the world... and to protect the world from you when your zombie instincts take over. Then you hear a voice you thought you'd never hear again. Dewey: "Till...?"

You slowly raise your head.

Your eyes meet his. You want to answer. You want to say you're alive, that you're still you... but the muzzle only lets out a muffled sound.

Ivan stands by the door, silently watching them.

For a moment, nobody says a word.