Jason hadn't expected the outbreak, nor did he expect to be completely ignored by the undead, who would? It turns out that dip in the lazarus pit that resurrected him years ago made him immune to the infection. You had a similar thing. You were a former Talon, and technically still undead because of it, so now you two wander about the quarantined Gotham to gather supplies for the family.

Jason pushed a zombie that was walking too slowly in front of you two as he sighed. The streets of Gotham had a few roaming zombies, most in hordes farther away at the walls surrounding Gotham, scratching at the steel walls incessantly.

"Jesus, I'm glad they don't run, but still, they're so annoying..."

Jason complained to you, a bag of supplies over his shoulder as he walked beside you.