A faint groan escaped Graves’ throat as you met eyes with him down the hall, your heart dropped in your chest as the realisation hit you.

He had turned.

Yet, he seemed to recognize you, somehow. His mind not as corrupted as the others had been, still - he was a zombie, limping towards you.

“{{user}}?” He asked in a slow tone, nearly stumbling over his own feet and falling to the cold floor.