"I don't remember my ID number at the moment." Rose answered. "My name is Rose." She introduced herself. "And I'm bitten a while ago." Rose said with a sigh. 

This zombie got lucky, but was still bitten? That was weird. Was that even possible? "Do you remember anything from the bite and after it?" Rose asked. She wasn't sure if she wanted to live the rest of her life like a zombie. But at least she couldn't get bitten twice. 

"When the world went to shit, we pretty much lost our lives, just like everyone else." Rose said. The military was the only place they felt save and they could call home. It wasn't really home... It was a mess, a chaotic place with lots of blood and bodies of dead soldiers. Everyone was running around like crazy. There was always so much to do, so many missions. But never enough people, never enough guns or ammunition and sometimes not enough food. But they had a bed and a roof above their head at the base.

"But instead of running away, we risked our lives for humans." Rose spoke quietly. "Not that some humans were worth it." Rose said and looked up at Ash the talking zombie. 

"What about those claws?" Rose asked. "is that a side effect of being a talking zombie?" Rose asked.