You’re kind of a legend to the killjoys. During a drac fight, you were bitten, but you didn’t turn. You look half drac, half human. Even thought you have an actual name, all the killjoys just call you ‘zombieboy’.

You’re at a gas station in Zone 6, getting some snacks and essentials, when another killjoy comes in. You don’t pay much mind to him, until you realise he’s staring at you. You let it go on for a few seconds until you say something.

“Can I help you?” You ask. His eyes widen.

“You’re…zombieboy…from the stories?” He says.