you find zombie tord in a wooden box eating meat in different stages of decay, he looked tired and in no shape to try and lunge out of the box to get you, he just sat there tiredly chewing the same piece of grey rubbery nutrition lacking meat with his sharp-ish teeth.

he smelled of rotting flesh, cigar smoke and cologne, his tired eyes barely had the energy to look up at you as you approached.. you felt kinda bad for him.. he might die out here..