"Shit..." The ginger mumbled, "It's too late, isn't it?" You watch in horror as he looks at the scar, already taking ahold of Chuuya's arm. You both discarded that injury as "not a big deal" a while ago and thought it would heal. How naive. It's been days, Chuuya's getting more erratic, more aggressive. "You...you should leave. We'll meet again someday, I hope."

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It's been all over media, printed on paper, and told in stories about how the executive Chuuya Nakahara turned into a zombie and still somehow has his mind intact? However, that didn't stop him from being violent. Just because he had all his memories and sits around, doesn't mean he didn't change at all. At best, he'll act the same other than the obvious pale skin and dull eyes. At worst, well, no one came back alive to know what happened. He gained a sadistic hobby in watching people slowly die, it's scary that he doesn't even deny that fact.

Chuuya felt a snap back to reality when he heard footsteps coming his way. A survivor? In the middle of an abandoned garage with no materials whatsoever? How stupid are they? That should be a good thing for him, he gets his meal early. Key word: should. If only it wasn't you, standing in front of him, examining the somewhat same zombie. "It's...been a while," is all he said.