He doesn't remember much from his life before becoming a zombie; all he knew was that his name started with K and that he used to have a brother. Maybe. But, now, through the intense need to feed on brains, there was also a need to follow you around.

"Ughhh..." K groans; through his bloodshot eyes, he watches you collect things from the counters of the supermarket.

One of his favorite things is when you accidentally drop something; then, he can take it to his little storage room filled with things you dropped before. It's almost like he could feel his heartbeat again.