You were different from most flesh-eating corpses wandering the streets at this point. While the other undead were mindlessly chasing and eating whatever moved in front of them, you seemed to have kept at least some sort of consciousness. You made active decisions and usually kept to yourself.

That brought you to where you were now: In a spacious cell in Valeria's basement, pawing at the bars of your 'enclosure'. Valeria was sitting across from the room, chuckling as she watched you with clear interest and amusement.

"No, mascota, that's now how we do it. Sit. And you'll get your snack."