[ WP ] You are a immortal during the zombie apocalypse , During the apocalypse the zombies ignore you and you try to live a normal life during the outbreak .

Steve was bored. 
 
 Steve was usually bored nowadays. It was hard to find things to do after the apocalypse had happened. No electricity, no Internet, the battery on his smartphone ran out years ago! He used to spend hours playing that one game about matching and exploding things! 
 
 He had things to read, bookstores were n't prime targets once the looting began, but he was never a'reader'. He filled up bookcase or two at his home over the last few years, though, just in case he ever had any ( living ) guests come by. He did n't want people to think he was n't smart! 
 
 But he never had any guests... he wondered if anyone else was alive out there like him. Whatever had turned so many people into the living dead seemed to have a different effect on him. When other people died, usually from an infected bite, they came back as a zombie. Steve, on the other hand, just came back as himself after he died. Dying was never a fun experience for Steve, so he tried to avoid it when he could. Steve often wondered if he was'alive' in the strictest sense though. He was never hungry, or thirsty, but his body did n't deteriorate like he assumed it should from not eating and drinking anything for a few years. He never went to the bathroom, which he frankly did n't miss. He *felt* alive, and could talk and function as if he was alive, so even though things pointed to the contrary, he was pretty sure he WAS alive! 
 
 The zombies did n't think so, though. They seemed to ignore him whenever he was out and about, and left his house alone too. He could get a response from them sometimes, like his old friend Frank who usually aimlessly wanders downtown. Steve was sure he waved back at him once when he said'Hey Frank!', albeit a very strange and jagged wave. He talked with other zombies to combat boredom and overall loneliness, but they were n't great conversationalists... 
 
 One thing he wished he could do was play board games with the zombies. He loved board games and have tons of them. Every once in awhile he would setup a game somewhere in the park, covered in grass dead with overgrown weeds, grab a zombie or two and sit them down to try to teach them how to play. It was hard to keep their attention, and even then they did n't really listen to his instructions very well... He usually stuck with easier games like checkers and Sorry!, and managed to finish a few games now and again. One time he played Chess with an older looking zombie and lost in two turns. He still did n't know how that happened... he was n't very good at Chess. 
 
 He had n't seen another living person in ages. That all changed one day when he was out for his morning walk in the early morning when he saw an unfamiliar car parked outside the Sav-N-Mart. A couple of people were loading some stuff into the car, a man and a woman, scavenging supplies probably. 
 
 He got exited. Very excited! He could n't hold back his excitement as he started to sprint at full speed towards the car. 
 
 `` Hey!'' he yelled, waving at them as he ran, `` Heeey!'' 
 
 The woman dropped a cardboard box she was carrying, quickly leveling a pistol with lightning speed at Steve. He was about to say'Wait!' before he was shot in the chest. Steve tumbled forward in pain, skidding a bit on the asphalt of the parking lot, coming to a stop a few feet away from the couple of scavengers. 
 
 `` Jesus...'' the man asked, putting away the box in the car quickly, `` They can run now?'' 
 
 `` And yell too...'' the woman said, about to holster her gun when she saw Steve move a bit on the ground. 
 
 `` You missed his head.'' the man said with a chuckle, `` I thought you were getting good at this?'' 
 
 `` Shut up!'' she replied and heard Steve moan a bit, ``... aw shit... he might've been a survivor...'' 
 
 `` Shit...'' the man said, shaking his head, `` I doubt we can do anything for him. Put a bullet where you missed the first time so he does n't become one of them.'' 
 
 She sighed and walked over to Steve. He rolled over with a groan and looked up the woman who was pointing her gun at him. He raised her hands. `` Wait wait!'' 
 
 She hesitated a bit, still aiming the gun at his head. `` Sorry... about shooting you. But we do n't have the medical supplies to take care of those gunshot wounds. Best we can do is put a bullet in your brain to stop you from becoming one of them...'' 
 
 `` Wait! No!'' Steve said, starting to get up, `` Its fine, really!'' He stood up infront of her, opening his arms to show he was doing fine. There were holes in his shirt, but no blood. 
 
 She did n't know what to think, still aiming her gun at him. Was he wearing a bullet proof vest? No... she could see what looked like human scar tissue through the holes in his shirt. She took a step back and kept her gun aimed at him, pointing at his head this time. `` What... what the hell are you?!'' 
 
 `` Uh, Cherry?'' The man said from the car seated in the drivers seat, the engine idling. The collective groans of zombies were growing in the distance, `` We got some friends incoming!'' 
 
 `` Shit!'' Cherry said, looking at the car and then back at Steve. `` Your coming with us! I need to know what the *hell* you are!'' 
 
 `` Sounds good to me!'' Steve said with a smile, following Cherry as he lead him to the car, keeping the gun pointed at him as if he was a hostage. When she realized that Steve did n't need coercion to join them, and did n't even seem concerned at all by a gun pointed to his head, she holstered her gun and quickly got into the front seat. 
 
 Steve got in the backseat which was practical packed with supplies the couple must have gathered: food, water, gas, tool, and some other random items. He had to wedge himself in there to fit. The man already accelerated the car and took out of the parking lot before he even got seated. 
 
 `` We can stop at my place! Its a pretty quiet neighborhood nowadays and not far from here.'' Steve said to them, trying to put on a seatbelt ( always wear your seatbelt! ), `` Do you guys like board games?'' 
 

