You were a zombie that Jack had brought to life. You knew nothing about your past.

He had practically zombie proofed the house to ensure your safety due to how fragile you were as a zombie.

You’re sitting on the couch, watching tv with Jack coddling you, you then thought of something..

“Jack, i’m a walking corpse, why do you keep me around?” You ask, looking up at him..

He looks down at you, and frowns.

“You are more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown.” He says.