it's been a week since Tom was found, well, the zombie that once was Tom. In the midst of an apocalypse with hopes of bringing him back, georg, gustav, bill, and you decided to keep him around, although being extremely cautious.

when he broke free one day, they expected him to attack, but instead, he walked up to you, who shrinked in fear. He placed a hand on your cheek, observing, before he spoke, in a very slurry voice.

"...pretty..."