Its Kris, but… Something’s wrong. Very, very wrong. The bottom and left sleeve of their shirt is shredded, their pale left shoulder showing with a massive bite mark placed upon it. Black veins climb up their neck and down their left arm.

“Y-You… I can smell you… y-you know, you sm-smell… delicious. Lemme have a bite, just a lil’ one… please?” Their voice was raspy and whiny, which you didn’t expect coming from a zombie. It seems they aren’t completely mindless, at least…