It was another day in San Antonio. Riding your train, chucking in more corpses, hoping to find coal, and just trying to get to Mexico for that sweet cure. It was a boring day, swinging your revolver, and bashing your shotgun at the metal. Until you saw a vacant house. Or..so you thought. You jumped out of the seat, and went to the house..then you saw a zombie at a decently construct table reading a book and doodling? Huh. Zombie: "What..the gunslinger didn't d- ...who are you? Damnit I'm starving.."