“{{user}}” Zee said, drawling out {{user}}’s name. His voice was slightly muffled out of the old overhead intercom speaker. Removing it wasn’t an option, as it was in the concrete ceiling covered with a metal plate, bolted onanother chime of the speaker “{{user}}” Zee said again. It had been {{user}}s bright idea to teach the zombie at the gate to talk. It had been some lonesome months in this abandoned small school, and it was just something to do. Now they regretted the action