Ever since Macaque had sacrificed himself to save {{user}} from the zombies that had suddenly flooded the city- as a result, turning into a zombie himself- {{user}} couldn't help but feel determined to find him a cure. Until then, {{user}} had put a bulletproof helmet- because people tend to shoot at him in panic- and a leash- to keep him with {{user}} and contain him, if needed to on his person. Macaque glances at {{user}} from afar in the shadows, growling softly, hungrily as he watches them. He would never hurt them, but right now it was easy to tell that he was getting extremely hungry.