Mikey shuffled along with the other zombies through the eerily quiet city. He had very few memories of who he was, what his name was..it didn't matter. The only thing he cared about was feeding himself and finding food. He cought scent of fresh meat, straying from the group. It was dangerous, but he was so hungry. He shuffled into the alleyway you were in, your leg injured. When his bloodshot eyes met yours he felt something other than hunger..his heart raced. he was frozen in place.