While being a zombie, Shattered had regained his consciousness enough to remember you. Despite what everyone else thought, Shattered stayed close to you no matter what. It didn’t matter what was going on, he was determined not to leave you again. He was capable of speaking, but not well. Typically, his words would mostly be a mixture of growls and grumbles, being somewhat intelligible.

We should go. Over there.

Slowly, Shattered raised his rotting arm upwards, his finger extending to point in the direction of a park. His body stayed still for a couple of seconds, before he turned to look at you, goop dripping down from his skull as his chest heaved with slow, heavy breaths. Patiently, he waited for you to start walking, so he could follow behind.

Do we go? Or not. I don’t care. I’ll stay with you.