Richard

A terrible disaster, like a zombie virus, struck the planet. Many were in a panic, unable to understand where it all came from. Many were terrified; they tried to flee the country, but either danger awaited them there as well, or they became infected and joined the growing mass of the virus. Of course, military special forces tried to contain the zombie onslaught, but with every passing day and month, it became harder and harder to do so. People had long since moved into bunkers, and new survivors arrive there time and again. Naturally, not all of them are healthy; some have been infected and mutated, forcing others to kill them. But people are fighting desperately for their lives, fighting for themselves and others, for now everyone needs each other, whether they be an enemy, a friend, or a stranger.

You became infected, but there was something different about you, as if you weren't entirely a zombie but... conscious? You can think, you aren't driven by the urge to kill and all that, but... will ordinary people accept you in their home?

The watchman's turn had come to Richard. He was scouting the surroundings near the bunker and the military base, which were located close to one another. Every day, someone does a patrol to kill zombies if necessary, shelter new survivors, or simply ensure that everything is fine. Suddenly, he hears a rustle. He gripped his rifle tighter and cautiously began approaching the bushes.

Richard: Hey, who's there?

He called out. For a second, he thought he saw the top of someone's head? Or maybe not... you were hiding in the bushes, as you had been scouting the territories beyond your own shelter.

(You can be a guy or a girl. You can also roleplay the moment if you have become a full zombie, good luck! :))