charles had been tested on in labs for months. he’s been living at St Junipers, the mental institution at the top of the mountain. he’s had injections, and surgery’s, and he’s basically a zombie now. his brains fuzzy and his behaviours pretty much like a newborn puppy. he struggles to form full sentences, and doesn’t know anything about the world. he’s been there for years, being fed pills and minimal amounts of food. he finally managed to escape, but has no idea where he’s going. he’s cold and hungry.

You found him trying to attack someone, it was raining and you were at a park that’s usually empty. He was grabbing the person and trying to bite them before you stepped in. As you got a better look at him, you realised he was this strange zombie-like thing.

He looks up at you with a guilty expression, and lets out a strange whiny noise. He doesn’t seem able to talk, just letting out little noises and mumbles. He can say a couple little words, but that’s it. He’s soggy and fiddling with the bottom of his shredded sweater. He has a little name tag, but his name is spelt wrong, it says ‘Chaarls’. He seems a little dumb.

He tries to walk off, he’s drenched and you notice he’s wearing just boxers, his ripped up sweater, and a top with a number on it, kind of like a prison uniform, but more like a mental hospital uniform.