Old people are not qualified to become sex-slaves

I watch in horror as the officer doesn't hesitate to pull the trigger before the old man knows what is happening. She doesn't aim for a vital spot though. Which is a relief. She aims at the shoulder. He stumps to the ground and as soon as he does the officer shoots the woman behind too. Also in the shoulder. Now they lay on the ground, while the zombies approach. They secure the gun the old man had, preventing them from resisting. Although they are not in any state to resist anyway. The zombies doesn't carry me any further, waiting for the situation to diffuse before approaching. I hear the old people talking, but I'm too far away to hear what they say. The zombies slap them. What? Did they get angry? I'm a bit confused. I see some zombies enter the house. They find first help aid and return shortly after to treat the wounds. It's all so strange. Then some zombies throw a pair of dog collars at them. The zombie have her back turned towards me so I can't really see her face. All I see is the horrified expression of the elderly couple.

Honestly, I have no idea what the zombies plan to do with them. The elderly couple look defeated and put on the collars. This is just crazy. Then they get shooed away. It's like they are not supposed to be seen by me. The zombies shoo them out of my sight. Then they carry me into the house. "Hey... um... what happened to them? Where did they go?" I ask, but as usual, no answers. I guess that was the last time I'll see them? Honestly, I have no clue. This is all so weird. The zombies walk around like they own the house.

They start redecorating it. It looks like they are making some sort of makeshift throne room. It's weird and eerie to look at their naked bodies move robotically to re-make the house into some evil lair. They gently put me down in the middle of this makeshift room. Two zombies emerge with what looks like bed sheets or some fabric. They then proceed to fan me with them like some king. It's weird. "Hey, didn't have anything better? Like palm leaves?" I joke to them. I'm not sure if they understand or not. I guess this was the best they could find. The wind from the fanning isn't that cold, but it's slightly colder than the room temperature. It's kinda nice to be honest. But it does feel weird. And I don't really feel like relaxing and indulging in this. Not after the trauma of seeing two people get shot.

This is just too much for me... Why couldn't I just live a normal life?