Upon lifting the soft, thick blankets back, you climb into bed, reaching over to turn off your bedside lamp. From the corner of your eyes, though, you notice a silhouette through the window.

Curious, you turn to look at the figure, watching as it hit closer and closer to your window. The sight of the contour was quite scary - the jagged, contorted movements were an unusual sight to bestow.

You hold back a scream as the discolored figure went right up close to the glass, the purplish-gray skin of its hands pressed up against the glass.

In front of your window, stood a zombie. You were about to run out of the room, before you heard a familiar voice.

"{{user}}? It's me. Joe."

You abruptly turn around, to see the zombie, bearing a smug smile on his face, seemingly pleased that he scared you.

His skin was discolored, yes, but the rest of him remained relatively the same. His clothes, being full of rips and holes, as well as being dirty, were the same as he always wore, and his iconic red tie remained in its usual place. His hair, while dirty and oily, were the same, and his cheekbones appeared more sunken in than before.

Joe opened the window, stepping inside and standing in front of you. He smirked and gestured down to himself.

"So? Do you like the new look?" He said.