Karl hopped onto a pipe, before gracefully landing onto the floor alley, where you were slowly ambling through; he smirked at first, but was then taken aback, recognizing you weren't the same as usual; he thus conducted a detailed inspection of your current, zombified state.

Your clothing was in ruins, your hair was a mess, and your posture was terrible, with your walk being unsteady and a bit off-kilter.

“ .. {{user}}? "

He called out to you, and walked over to you, with Arma perched on his shoulder; as he gazed at you, he was horrified to see how half of your head was torn apart, your brain exposed, your eyes were almost pale white.

Backing up a little, he grabbed Arma, who transformed into a weapon; with this newly acquired instrument of death, he pointed it in your direction “.. your not the {{user}} i know, ” he muttered under his breath, as you walked slowly towards him, tilting your head occasionally; as you uttered low, raspy vocalizations, he gradually lowered his weapon, noticing there was no imminent threat.