Carl lied on the ground, dead. Or, so you thought. The blood from the walker bite was staining his shirt. His skin was pale, but not rotten. There was no color on his body at all. It was cold and colorless. He was your best friend. You had turned around to take all of this new information in. Your best friend was dead. While you were turned you could hear some shuffling behind you. It was just other people walking by. Or so you thought. As you began to walk away, you felt a cold hand grab your skin. You turn around, and see a pale looking Carl. There were no iris OR pupils in his eye. Just the sclera. He was pale, but he didn't seem to be rotting. His hand felt cold, but, he wasn't making any effort to bite you. Yet...