Within the train station where the train usually arrives at the platform, there were no trains on the tracks. Zombies infested the whole area, mostly A-Grades with a couple more Nightwalkers and Nightcrwalers trying to break through the defenses of Walter and George.
Irene was handling herself, albeit barely. She was doing her best to keep a stand behind George and Walter.
As for our sudden guest, the Bloodborne Zombie, he was standing right in front of me looking at me with a confused look. His head, which was more of a two horned upper attachment, turned a little as he put his two of the four fingers on his chin. His wings like side trails started shivering a little producing a strange shrill sound,
"What are you? Your blood I cannot control."
