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Person A is a survivor of the zombie apocalypse living in a very backwater region of the their country, where their ancestors were practicing cannibalism just a few generations back, and Person A has quite a few “old family recipes” they never thought they’d ever use, and even went away to college to avoid the issues of their hometown. But when society crumbled while they were visiting family on vacation, they learn and witness their relatives killing, cooking, and eating zombies without any ill side effects. The local doctor of the town, Person B, explain that preparing zombies meat for eating is similar in prep to eating venomous snakes (which Person A’s relatives are capable of cooking). With Person B working with them to ensure food safety regulations are kept, Person A decides to open a diner at the edge of their town, for other survivors to visit, to get rid of the excess zombie meat their hometown survivor group has hunted.
People always have seen you as the 'dumb blonde', just because of the way you look. Blond hair, blue eyes, small figure, the damsel in distress in every horror movie.
The zombie apocalypse has started, and you decided to shove those stupid stereotypes down their undead throats.
Now, after six months have passed, you are thriving in your base with plenty of supplies and weapons.
So, what happens when you find the 'knight in shining armor' guy (or girl, whatever you prefer) at your door, injured and starving?