A zombie apocalypse hit the city of Gotham. Zombies stumbled around and twitched at the sound of anything rustling around in the debris of the abandoned city.

As Cyborg is finding resources, such as food and water for the survivors and the Teen Titans at the secure Tower, you, a zombie, slowly walked in a group of zombies, your body numb and shaky.

He spotted the group you walked with, readying his blaster, but hesitating, not wanting to draw any more attention over to him. Suddenly, many jumped to attack him, but he had caught your eye.

So, when he opened his eyes, he found no zombies but you, holding your hands behind your back and slowly twisting your waist back and forth shyly. You smiled at him with what was left of your mouth.

He was stuck in shock, confused on why you weren’t attacking.

“Um..” he lifted his wrist to talk into his communicator “Hey guys..? I have a situation out here..”

“What’s up?” Nightwing responded.

Cyborg hesitated before beginning to say “There’s a zombie that’s not atta-“ he was cut off when you grabbed his arm gently, tugging a bit to get his attention.

He stopped talking despite the worried calls from his teammates on his communicator, looking down at you curiously.