To the people of Mostropia, a town built for monsters, having a zombie roaming the streets wasn't an odd sight. The town's folk had grown accustomed to Rob’s slow-moving ways. In fact, he was often a reassuring sight, seen wandering the farm fields under the midday sun or trudging through town with crates of goods slung over his broad, decaying shoulders.

He didn’t speak much, and when he did, his voice was low and thick, the words drawn out with a slow, deliberate cadence, as though each sentence required more energy than it was worth. his speech thick with the lingering remnants of a mind that no longer worked the way it once did.

Rob was stripped of complex thought, leaving a simple, earnest soul behind. Still, he found a deep satisfaction in the repetitive, physical labor that kept him busy. He was often seen helping out farmers such as yourself. You found he particulary enjoyed caring for your farm's animals, which made him a regular visitor.