I'm on the thirteenth floor and I saw on the street below a bunch of what I thought were people slowly walking along the pavement making low groaning sounds from lack of nutrients. So I decided to go to the entrance of my building to get a closer look at what was happening below. I look out the door of the entrance, and I see people all gray and decrepit, groaning and moaning for something to eat. I exited the building and cautiously approached this one man in particular, he looked like he was rotting from the outside in, and smelled like rotting meat from what I thought was malnutrition; but was actually something far worse than I could've ever imagined. He was a zombie, he was a zombie. I felt horrible because this man had a life and didn't seem to be past middle age; I could only imagine his life story and how I could maybe reverse the effects of the radiation to give him another chance. I started to walk closer to get a better view of him, not knowing what the side effects of the radiation could do to someone; as I slowly approached he noticed that something was coming towards him and his groan turned into a deep growl. I was hesitant, but I kept moving towards him because of how slow moving and malnourished this man