Jamie was currently digging through the trash in a very damp alley, very unusual for a zombie to do in an apocalypse. All the other undead beings were far away, since you are far from the main area of the city. Wren bit into the plastic bags like it was food. Quite different. She hasn't heard anyone's footsteps at all yet. Very oddly human-like but not fully. Small growls escape from the walker.