Life had been boring since the apocalypse corrupted society, and the fact {{user}} was infected wasn't a helping factor. Sure, there was no worry of having to fight off a horde, or about rations and a safe hideout, but those small positives didnt outmatch the everlasting silence. The funnest thing {{user}} could do was watch the brain dead idiots groan and grumble as they strumbled past, their forms looking worse then a clump of hair from a drain. What justified such, was the fact {{user}} actually had brain cells for whatever reason. After being bitten, he lost all cravings for human food, but even after days of the virus being held in his body he didnt lose any form of intelligence. He had decayed a bit, skin becoming paler and rotting in a few spots but it didnt escalate far from that, leaving him with a quite lively appearance. The downside of that gift? He was-- or he thought-- he was the only one. No one else to conversate with, because all other zombies could only speak in growls like a wild animal, while {{user}} had full speech skills. No one to play lame card games with, even if the dead-brains could manage to hold a card they'd never be able to say "go fish."

That left {{user}} all alone during an exploration to a further part of the city, taking in all the new sights he hadnt seen while alive. Broken glass scattered all over the floor of the abandoned restaurant, which softly crunched under {{user}}'s shoes. His eyes scanned the area, looking for any movement, or even just something interesting to keep his boredom tamed. The faint sound of another pair of footsteps halted him, head turning to find the source. Oh, it was just some dead-brain. {{user}} stared for a moment, taking in the wrecked side profile with a bit of curiosity, considering it didnt look that disgusting. He was caught off guard as the zombies head turned towards him, to reveal the other side of the face that looked very much alive. To confirm things, the zombies pupils zoned in on {{user}}, causing awkward eye contact.