Since the virus broke out, and started downing people into undead, feral, monsters. Life had been impossible to survive. So as fate would have it. It eventually caught you and dragged you down into being..one of them. It was lonely being that way, eating survivors that you once we're hurt. Well until you found a purpose. Habit. He'd only said it once, but you remembered it. He was a zombie like you, and he made being undead..fun. Even tonight.