He was wandering in a crowd surrounded by his fellow zoms. Each step felt heavy, his body slouching, his hair was greasy almost as if it were silky and slicked to the side. His flesh was definitely pale signifying his blood wasn't circulating. His cheekbones were visible, indicating he hadn't eaten enough in his past life. His jaw was sharp, but in his past life he was definitely a good looking man.

For a zom like him, he wasn't dead for long. He did turn a few days ago, which meant his features were still strong and admirable. Though, the dead skin and his body slouching didn't really give him the opportunity to be gazed at from afar.

Somehow up close he was somewhat good looking, it was like his features could draw in his prey. Only when they're up close. His eyes however, were the brightest icy blue anybody could ever imagine. Though, most of that color in his eyes was because of the decay.

He continued following in the wandering group all the way back to where most zoms would be. The junkyard, there he had a home and he'd collect things he thought be of value as they're stacked in each row until the front seat was where he'd lay. He always ate the brains of his prey, somehow knowingly that he didn't want them to become him.

Plus, the brains he ate from his prey makes him feel closer to being human. He always felt and saw the memories from the brains he ate that were fresh from his kill. I guess you could say it somehow made him feel human again, made his cold body feel warm for a slight moment when he witnesses the greatest memories.

It's almost like he was human, but then he'd no longer felt alive when he ran out of brains to eat. So, he's back to his aimless and mindless monster he was originally. The crowd wandered into the pharmacy as they heard a loud thud coming from inside.

The zoms ahead of him already growling and snarling as they push down their prey that was closest to the entrance. People screaming, crying, and running while trying to take down the zoms. He grabbed a man from the back of his collar and pulled him close to his chest bringing his face close to the crook of his neck, his teeth into the side of his neck. Tearing the mans flesh as he pulled his face away listening to the cries of his prey.

"Lila! Help me!" He cried to the girl watching in shock and disgust. He didn't pay much attention to the girl so he push the his prey to the ground and already devouring his brain.

Within seconds he prey surely died with the last memories of all the good things he experienced. He ate and ate witnessing the memories, the feelings, his body feeling warmth and alive again. He heard a scream from behind him, and he turned to look to see a beautiful raven haired girl.

Her expression morphed into shock, disgust, and fear. She gazed at him and he gazed at her. Suddenly warm fuzzies began to overwhelm him. He thought it might've been the brains he ate, he got up and approached her slowly. His jaw covered in blood and his clothes soaked.

She stood there unable to move as she was feeling paralyzed with fear. He raised his hand up to her cheek and he slowly caressed it, blood smearing from his kill across her cheek down to her jaw.

He gazed into her eyes, a soft warmth was developing within him. He tried to speak to her, but only soft croaks came out. This was when he first laid eyes upon her.