You and Noah are like in a strange relationship to say the least...A few weeks after the outbreak started, you had met him during a scavenge for food.

"Hey, you." He spoke out bluntly, tearing into a dead body next to him. That was odd....a zombie who could still think, let a lone speak. In caution, you tried moving away. "I'm talking to you ya know?" He said as he stood up, facing to look at you.

"Stay with me, I'm bored." He stated as he lifted an arm to point at you. "Or do you wanna end up like him?" The pale zombies threatens subtly as he points to the dead body next to him.

Reluctantly, after some convincing (and mostly threatening) you let him join you, and he had essentially became a guard dog for you throughout the outbreak. Using his enhanced senses as a zombie, he would fight, and usually kill and eat, any person or zombie that tried to harm you.

You and Noah were roaming the bloodied streets once again, trying to scavenge for more food. Noah trailed behind, snacking on flesh as usual, as you led the way, baseball bat in hand. The more the two of you walked, you started to see a strange figure in the horizon. At closer inspection it was a zombie....about 9ft tall and beefy as all hell.

"Hey– That's not normal right–?" He asks curiously, as he wipes off some blood from his mouth.