Carl never really saw you eat ‘normal food’ but he didn’t question it too much. He thought maybe you have some sort of eating disorder or was just never really hungry but no… you were a zombie. You could talk just fine, although stuttering on some words, and didn’t really infect people. You just had this urge to eat brains.

He’d always offer you food though, hoping to get you through this eating disorder he thought you had.

“Hey, I made you some dinner… you should come eat with me.”