To Be Named Later...... ((Open))

[Nightwatcher Raphael H]

This takes place right after Finley leads Raph away from where he'd encountered Leo, Donnie, and Shadow using meat on the end of his shovel.  

[Mr_Maxwell280]

Finely continued to whistle softly in the night, shovel over his shoulder as the fresh peace of meat to lure the zombie turtle to follow him. He moved through the streets where the zombie infection was the strongest. His fellow zombies mindlessly finding meat to gnaw on, be it scavanged by Finley or found. The stores that carried meat were stripped dry and used to feed the horde. Finely knew it would not last forever, but he'd rather do this as long as he could then letting the zombies wander too far off only to find themselves destroyed. He soon stopped in this large graveyard were most of the zombies have come together, all feeding from a central pile. He took the shovel and with a fling tossed the meat he lured Raph with into the larger one "Alright, remeber. Take what ye need, leave the rest for ye brothers n sisters." he spoke, like a rancher to cattle, sometimes using his shovel to seprate fights over meat or to lead away creatures that ate their fill so to let another come in.  

[Nightwatcher Raphael H]

Silver_Wyvern280

Finely continued to whistle softly in the night, shovel over his shoulder as the fresh peace of meat to lure the zombie turtle to follow him. He moved through the streets where the zombie infection was the strongest. His fellow zombies mindlessly finding meat to gnaw on, be it scavanged by Finley or found. The stores that carried meat were stripped dry and used to feed the horde. Finely knew it would not last forever, but he'd rather do this as long as he could then letting the zombies wander too far off only to find themselves destroyed. He soon stopped in this large graveyard were most of the zombies have come together, all feeding from a central pile. He took the shovel and with a fling tossed the meat he lured Raph with into the larger one "Alright, remeber. Take what ye need, leave the rest for ye brothers n sisters." he spoke, like a rancher to cattle, sometimes using his shovel to seprate fights over meat or to lead away creatures that ate their fill so to let another come in.

He'd gone through the part of the city where the infestation was the worst, following Finley and only wanting to get the meat that hung from the shovel. Not caring about anything going on around him. Once in the graveyard, he started to close in on his prey until it went flying. He made a strange sound somewhere between a strangled cry and a growl as he lept towards the meat, only to see it land in the middle of a large pile. He started to pull meat from the pile and eat greedily and ravenously.  

[Mr_Maxwell280]

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Finely continued to whistle softly in the night, shovel over his shoulder as the fresh peace of meat to lure the zombie turtle to follow him. He moved through the streets where the zombie infection was the strongest. His fellow zombies mindlessly finding meat to gnaw on, be it scavanged by Finley or found. The stores that carried meat were stripped dry and used to feed the horde. Finely knew it would not last forever, but he'd rather do this as long as he could then letting the zombies wander too far off only to find themselves destroyed. He soon stopped in this large graveyard were most of the zombies have come together, all feeding from a central pile. He took the shovel and with a fling tossed the meat he lured Raph with into the larger one "Alright, remeber. Take what ye need, leave the rest for ye brothers n sisters." he spoke, like a rancher to cattle, sometimes using his shovel to seprate fights over meat or to lead away creatures that ate their fill so to let another come in.

He'd gone through the part of the city where the infestation was the worst, following Finley and only wanting to get the meat that hung from the shovel. Not caring about anything going on around him. Once in the graveyard, he started to close in on his prey until it went flying. He made a strange sound somewhere between a strangled cry and a growl as he lept towards the meat, only to see it land in the middle of a large pile. He started to pull meat from the pile and eat greedily and ravenously.

He Watched him with a chuckle "wow Laddie. Got a appetite on ye.." he watched silently impressed. His reflexes were fast. Almost fast enough to rival his. He wonders if he gets some meat in his stomach it might be enough to get to him..might be like mort..maybe even like him. But he did not hold high hopes..many times he got a zombie that showed potential for having some sentience left, but it ending up not the case."  

[Nightwatcher Raphael H]

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Finely continued to whistle softly in the night, shovel over his shoulder as the fresh peace of meat to lure the zombie turtle to follow him. He moved through the streets where the zombie infection was the strongest. His fellow zombies mindlessly finding meat to gnaw on, be it scavanged by Finley or found. The stores that carried meat were stripped dry and used to feed the horde. Finely knew it would not last forever, but he'd rather do this as long as he could then letting the zombies wander too far off only to find themselves destroyed. He soon stopped in this large graveyard were most of the zombies have come together, all feeding from a central pile. He took the shovel and with a fling tossed the meat he lured Raph with into the larger one "Alright, remeber. Take what ye need, leave the rest for ye brothers n sisters." he spoke, like a rancher to cattle, sometimes using his shovel to seprate fights over meat or to lead away creatures that ate their fill so to let another come in.

He'd gone through the part of the city where the infestation was the worst, following Finley and only wanting to get the meat that hung from the shovel. Not caring about anything going on around him. Once in the graveyard, he started to close in on his prey until it went flying. He made a strange sound somewhere between a strangled cry and a growl as he lept towards the meat, only to see it land in the middle of a large pile. He started to pull meat from the pile and eat greedily and ravenously.

He Watched him with a chuckle "wow Laddie. Got a appetite on ye.." he watched silently impressed. His reflexes were fast. Almost fast enough to rival his. He wonders if he gets some meat in his stomach it might be enough to get to him..might be like mort..maybe even like him. But he did not hold high hopes..many times he got a zombie that showed potential for having some sentience left, but it ending up not the case."

He continued to eat. Each mouthful making the red haze less and less, but it seemed to still be there no matter how much he consumed. This made him frustrated and finally with a cry he pulled away from the pile and stepped back looking at his hands. They didn't register with his mind. Nothing was, and it was making him more and more angry.  

[Mr_Maxwell280]

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Finely continued to whistle softly in the night, shovel over his shoulder as the fresh peace of meat to lure the zombie turtle to follow him. He moved through the streets where the zombie infection was the strongest. His fellow zombies mindlessly finding meat to gnaw on, be it scavanged by Finley or found. The stores that carried meat were stripped dry and used to feed the horde. Finely knew it would not last forever, but he'd rather do this as long as he could then letting the zombies wander too far off only to find themselves destroyed. He soon stopped in this large graveyard were most of the zombies have come together, all feeding from a central pile. He took the shovel and with a fling tossed the meat he lured Raph with into the larger one "Alright, remeber. Take what ye need, leave the rest for ye brothers n sisters." he spoke, like a rancher to cattle, sometimes using his shovel to seprate fights over meat or to lead away creatures that ate their fill so to let another come in.

He'd gone through the part of the city where the infestation was the worst, following Finley and only wanting to get the meat that hung from the shovel. Not caring about anything going on around him. Once in the graveyard, he started to close in on his prey until it went flying. He made a strange sound somewhere between a strangled cry and a growl as he lept towards the meat, only to see it land in the middle of a large pile. He started to pull meat from the pile and eat greedily and ravenously.

He Watched him with a chuckle "wow Laddie. Got a appetite on ye.." he watched silently impressed. His reflexes were fast. Almost fast enough to rival his. He wonders if he gets some meat in his stomach it might be enough to get to him..might be like mort..maybe even like him. But he did not hold high hopes..many times he got a zombie that showed potential for having some sentience left, but it ending up not the case."

He continued to eat. Each mouthful making the red haze less and less, but it seemed to still be there no matter how much he consumed. This made him frustrated and finally with a cry he pulled away from the pile and stepped back looking at his hands. They didn't register with his mind. Nothing was, and it was making him more and more angry.

He paused as he saw this "Hey! Laddie, laddie.." he softly spoke, gently running his hand on his sholder as he spoke "Ye been through alot. The process is not easy on anyone.." He spoke, wondering if it is his mind waking up from the vicious flesh hungry haze.  

[Nightwatcher Raphael H]

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Finely continued to whistle softly in the night, shovel over his shoulder as the fresh peace of meat to lure the zombie turtle to follow him. He moved through the streets where the zombie infection was the strongest. His fellow zombies mindlessly finding meat to gnaw on, be it scavanged by Finley or found. The stores that carried meat were stripped dry and used to feed the horde. Finely knew it would not last forever, but he'd rather do this as long as he could then letting the zombies wander too far off only to find themselves destroyed. He soon stopped in this large graveyard were most of the zombies have come together, all feeding from a central pile. He took the shovel and with a fling tossed the meat he lured Raph with into the larger one "Alright, remeber. Take what ye need, leave the rest for ye brothers n sisters." he spoke, like a rancher to cattle, sometimes using his shovel to seprate fights over meat or to lead away creatures that ate their fill so to let another come in.

He'd gone through the part of the city where the infestation was the worst, following Finley and only wanting to get the meat that hung from the shovel. Not caring about anything going on around him. Once in the graveyard, he started to close in on his prey until it went flying. He made a strange sound somewhere between a strangled cry and a growl as he lept towards the meat, only to see it land in the middle of a large pile. He started to pull meat from the pile and eat greedily and ravenously.

He Watched him with a chuckle "wow Laddie. Got a appetite on ye.." he watched silently impressed. His reflexes were fast. Almost fast enough to rival his. He wonders if he gets some meat in his stomach it might be enough to get to him..might be like mort..maybe even like him. But he did not hold high hopes..many times he got a zombie that showed potential for having some sentience left, but it ending up not the case."

He continued to eat. Each mouthful making the red haze less and less, but it seemed to still be there no matter how much he consumed. This made him frustrated and finally with a cry he pulled away from the pile and stepped back looking at his hands. They didn't register with his mind. Nothing was, and it was making him more and more angry.

He paused as he saw this "Hey! Laddie, laddie.." he softly spoke, gently running his hand on his sholder as he spoke "Ye been through alot. The process is not easy on anyone.." He spoke, wondering if it is his mind waking up from the vicious flesh hungry haze.

He looked at Finley and for a moment, he could almost understand the words. This was one like him. The smell of fresh meat and blood was not on him at all. This registered. Smell and sound were the things that registered to him. He shook his head and grabbed it. The one in front of him could make words. Could form coherent sentences. He didn't moan or growl like the others or himself. He felt he should be able to also. He just....couldn't remember anything past the moment, the red haze, and the hunger.  

[Mr_Maxwell280]

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Finely continued to whistle softly in the night, shovel over his shoulder as the fresh peace of meat to lure the zombie turtle to follow him. He moved through the streets where the zombie infection was the strongest. His fellow zombies mindlessly finding meat to gnaw on, be it scavanged by Finley or found. The stores that carried meat were stripped dry and used to feed the horde. Finely knew it would not last forever, but he'd rather do this as long as he could then letting the zombies wander too far off only to find themselves destroyed. He soon stopped in this large graveyard were most of the zombies have come together, all feeding from a central pile. He took the shovel and with a fling tossed the meat he lured Raph with into the larger one "Alright, remeber. Take what ye need, leave the rest for ye brothers n sisters." he spoke, like a rancher to cattle, sometimes using his shovel to seprate fights over meat or to lead away creatures that ate their fill so to let another come in.

He'd gone through the part of the city where the infestation was the worst, following Finley and only wanting to get the meat that hung from the shovel. Not caring about anything going on around him. Once in the graveyard, he started to close in on his prey until it went flying. He made a strange sound somewhere between a strangled cry and a growl as he lept towards the meat, only to see it land in the middle of a large pile. He started to pull meat from the pile and eat greedily and ravenously.

He Watched him with a chuckle "wow Laddie. Got a appetite on ye.." he watched silently impressed. His reflexes were fast. Almost fast enough to rival his. He wonders if he gets some meat in his stomach it might be enough to get to him..might be like mort..maybe even like him. But he did not hold high hopes..many times he got a zombie that showed potential for having some sentience left, but it ending up not the case."

He continued to eat. Each mouthful making the red haze less and less, but it seemed to still be there no matter how much he consumed. This made him frustrated and finally with a cry he pulled away from the pile and stepped back looking at his hands. They didn't register with his mind. Nothing was, and it was making him more and more angry.

He paused as he saw this "Hey! Laddie, laddie.." he softly spoke, gently running his hand on his sholder as he spoke "Ye been through alot. The process is not easy on anyone.." He spoke, wondering if it is his mind waking up from the vicious flesh hungry haze.

He looked at Finley and for a moment, he could almost understand the words. This was one like him. The smell of fresh meat and blood was not on him at all. This registered. Smell and sound were the things that registered to him. He shook his head and grabbed it. The one in front of him could make words. Could form coherent sentences. He didn't moan or growl like the others or himself. He felt he should be able to also. He just....couldn't remember anything past the moment, the red haze, and the hunger.

"..Alright alright. Your mind is coping with what happened..don't stress out. Just at a time." he spoke calmly as he silently watch him as he kneeled beside him "..lets start with something simple..do you understand me?"  

[Nightwatcher Raphael H]

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

He Watched him with a chuckle "wow Laddie. Got a appetite on ye.." he watched silently impressed. His reflexes were fast. Almost fast enough to rival his. He wonders if he gets some meat in his stomach it might be enough to get to him..might be like mort..maybe even like him. But he did not hold high hopes..many times he got a zombie that showed potential for having some sentience left, but it ending up not the case."

He continued to eat. Each mouthful making the red haze less and less, but it seemed to still be there no matter how much he consumed. This made him frustrated and finally with a cry he pulled away from the pile and stepped back looking at his hands. They didn't register with his mind. Nothing was, and it was making him more and more angry.

He paused as he saw this "Hey! Laddie, laddie.." he softly spoke, gently running his hand on his sholder as he spoke "Ye been through alot. The process is not easy on anyone.." He spoke, wondering if it is his mind waking up from the vicious flesh hungry haze.

He looked at Finley and for a moment, he could almost understand the words. This was one like him. The smell of fresh meat and blood was not on him at all. This registered. Smell and sound were the things that registered to him. He shook his head and grabbed it. The one in front of him could make words. Could form coherent sentences. He didn't moan or growl like the others or himself. He felt he should be able to also. He just....couldn't remember anything past the moment, the red haze, and the hunger.

"..Alright alright. Your mind is coping with what happened..don't stress out. Just at a time." he spoke calmly as he silently watch him as he kneeled beside him "..lets start with something simple..do you understand me?"

He heard the ghouls words, and started to understand the last few. "Uh....underst.....and...?" he managed to say with what felt like a lot of effort.  

[Mr_Maxwell280]

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

He Watched him with a chuckle "wow Laddie. Got a appetite on ye.." he watched silently impressed. His reflexes were fast. Almost fast enough to rival his. He wonders if he gets some meat in his stomach it might be enough to get to him..might be like mort..maybe even like him. But he did not hold high hopes..many times he got a zombie that showed potential for having some sentience left, but it ending up not the case."

He continued to eat. Each mouthful making the red haze less and less, but it seemed to still be there no matter how much he consumed. This made him frustrated and finally with a cry he pulled away from the pile and stepped back looking at his hands. They didn't register with his mind. Nothing was, and it was making him more and more angry.

He paused as he saw this "Hey! Laddie, laddie.." he softly spoke, gently running his hand on his sholder as he spoke "Ye been through alot. The process is not easy on anyone.." He spoke, wondering if it is his mind waking up from the vicious flesh hungry haze.

He looked at Finley and for a moment, he could almost understand the words. This was one like him. The smell of fresh meat and blood was not on him at all. This registered. Smell and sound were the things that registered to him. He shook his head and grabbed it. The one in front of him could make words. Could form coherent sentences. He didn't moan or growl like the others or himself. He felt he should be able to also. He just....couldn't remember anything past the moment, the red haze, and the hunger.

"..Alright alright. Your mind is coping with what happened..don't stress out. Just at a time." he spoke calmly as he silently watch him as he kneeled beside him "..lets start with something simple..do you understand me?"

He heard the ghouls words, and started to understand the last few. "Uh....underst.....and...?" he managed to say with what felt like a lot of effort.

a smile begin to slowly grow on his rotting mouth as he spoke "Your able to..good very good." he spoke gently rubbing his shoulder as he spoke "Name? Do you have a name? My name is Finley..Fin-lee. What is yours?"  

[Nightwatcher Raphael H]

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

He paused as he saw this "Hey! Laddie, laddie.." he softly spoke, gently running his hand on his sholder as he spoke "Ye been through alot. The process is not easy on anyone.." He spoke, wondering if it is his mind waking up from the vicious flesh hungry haze.

He looked at Finley and for a moment, he could almost understand the words. This was one like him. The smell of fresh meat and blood was not on him at all. This registered. Smell and sound were the things that registered to him. He shook his head and grabbed it. The one in front of him could make words. Could form coherent sentences. He didn't moan or growl like the others or himself. He felt he should be able to also. He just....couldn't remember anything past the moment, the red haze, and the hunger.

"..Alright alright. Your mind is coping with what happened..don't stress out. Just at a time." he spoke calmly as he silently watch him as he kneeled beside him "..lets start with something simple..do you understand me?"

He heard the ghouls words, and started to understand the last few. "Uh....underst.....and...?" he managed to say with what felt like a lot of effort.

a smile begin to slowly grow on his rotting mouth as he spoke "Your able to..good very good." he spoke gently rubbing his shoulder as he spoke "Name? Do you have a name? My name is Finley..Fin-lee. What is yours?"

Name? What was his name. Had he ever even had one. He put his hands to his head once more trying to think past the haze. Raph....Raph....Raphael!! a voice cried in his head. It wasn't happening now though. It was a memory. He couldn't recall who the voice was, but he knew that they had been calling out for him. "Ra...pha....el....." he managed to growl out. His throat felt horse. Maybe that was another reason speaking was such an effort.  

[Mr_Maxwell280]

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

He paused as he saw this "Hey! Laddie, laddie.." he softly spoke, gently running his hand on his sholder as he spoke "Ye been through alot. The process is not easy on anyone.." He spoke, wondering if it is his mind waking up from the vicious flesh hungry haze.

He looked at Finley and for a moment, he could almost understand the words. This was one like him. The smell of fresh meat and blood was not on him at all. This registered. Smell and sound were the things that registered to him. He shook his head and grabbed it. The one in front of him could make words. Could form coherent sentences. He didn't moan or growl like the others or himself. He felt he should be able to also. He just....couldn't remember anything past the moment, the red haze, and the hunger.

"..Alright alright. Your mind is coping with what happened..don't stress out. Just at a time." he spoke calmly as he silently watch him as he kneeled beside him "..lets start with something simple..do you understand me?"

He heard the ghouls words, and started to understand the last few. "Uh....underst.....and...?" he managed to say with what felt like a lot of effort.

a smile begin to slowly grow on his rotting mouth as he spoke "Your able to..good very good." he spoke gently rubbing his shoulder as he spoke "Name? Do you have a name? My name is Finley..Fin-lee. What is yours?"

Name? What was his name. Had he ever even had one. He put his hands to his head once more trying to think past the haze. Raph....Raph....Raphael!! a voice cried in his head. It wasn't happening now though. It was a memory. He couldn't recall who the voice was, but he knew that they had been calling out for him. "Ra...pha....el....." he managed to growl out. His throat felt horse. Maybe that was another reason speaking was such an effort.

"Raphael." He spoke as he nodded "Alright good. Listen to me..just take a moment to settle your mind. Your still aware in it..just take a moment to look around slowly..clench and flex your mucles and hands..take it nice and slow.."  

[Nightwatcher Raphael H]

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

"..Alright alright. Your mind is coping with what happened..don't stress out. Just at a time." he spoke calmly as he silently watch him as he kneeled beside him "..lets start with something simple..do you understand me?"

He heard the ghouls words, and started to understand the last few. "Uh....underst.....and...?" he managed to say with what felt like a lot of effort.

a smile begin to slowly grow on his rotting mouth as he spoke "Your able to..good very good." he spoke gently rubbing his shoulder as he spoke "Name? Do you have a name? My name is Finley..Fin-lee. What is yours?"

Name? What was his name. Had he ever even had one. He put his hands to his head once more trying to think past the haze. Raph....Raph....Raphael!! a voice cried in his head. It wasn't happening now though. It was a memory. He couldn't recall who the voice was, but he knew that they had been calling out for him. "Ra...pha....el....." he managed to growl out. His throat felt horse. Maybe that was another reason speaking was such an effort.

"Raphael." He spoke as he nodded "Alright good. Listen to me..just take a moment to settle your mind. Your still aware in it..just take a moment to look around slowly..clench and flex your mucles and hands..take it nice and slow.."

He nodded and did so, taking a few un-needed breaths too. Some more of the haze was dispersing as he calmed himself and worked on calming his mind. Just like Master Splinter taught us......Splinter? Us? more information was coming back to him and he welcomed it over the haze that had robbed him of it in the first place.  

[Mr_Maxwell280]

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

"..Alright alright. Your mind is coping with what happened..don't stress out. Just at a time." he spoke calmly as he silently watch him as he kneeled beside him "..lets start with something simple..do you understand me?"

He heard the ghouls words, and started to understand the last few. "Uh....underst.....and...?" he managed to say with what felt like a lot of effort.

a smile begin to slowly grow on his rotting mouth as he spoke "Your able to..good very good." he spoke gently rubbing his shoulder as he spoke "Name? Do you have a name? My name is Finley..Fin-lee. What is yours?"

Name? What was his name. Had he ever even had one. He put his hands to his head once more trying to think past the haze. Raph....Raph....Raphael!! a voice cried in his head. It wasn't happening now though. It was a memory. He couldn't recall who the voice was, but he knew that they had been calling out for him. "Ra...pha....el....." he managed to growl out. His throat felt horse. Maybe that was another reason speaking was such an effort.

"Raphael." He spoke as he nodded "Alright good. Listen to me..just take a moment to settle your mind. Your still aware in it..just take a moment to look around slowly..clench and flex your mucles and hands..take it nice and slow.."

He nodded and did so, taking a few un-needed breaths too. Some more of the haze was dispersing as he calmed himself and worked on calming his mind. Just like Master Splinter taught us......Splinter? Us? more information was coming back to him and he welcomed it over the haze that had robbed him of it in the first place.

He seemed to understand him and grow more and more aware he softly spoke "alright. Now as you get closer to being sentiant..I want ye to keep calm..yer soon going to remeber more..and yer going to awaken ye mind. First thing yer'll notice is ye heart stopped. Yer dead..but ye've been reanimated as a zombie."  

[Nightwatcher Raphael H]

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

Nightwatcher Raphael H

Silver_Wyvern280

a smile begin to slowly grow on his rotting mouth as he spoke "Your able to..good very good." he spoke gently rubbing his shoulder as he spoke "Name? Do you have a name? My name is Finley..Fin-lee. What is yours?"

Name? What was his name. Had he ever even had one. He put his hands to his head once more trying to think past the haze. Raph....Raph....Raphael!! a voice cried in his head. It wasn't happening now though. It was a memory. He couldn't recall who the voice was, but he knew that they had been calling out for him. "Ra...pha....el....." he managed to growl out. His throat felt horse. Maybe that was another reason speaking was such an effort.

"Raphael." He spoke as he nodded "Alright good. Listen to me..just take a moment to settle your mind. Your still aware in it..just take a moment to look around slowly..clench and flex your mucles and hands..take it nice and slow.."

He nodded and did so, taking a few un-needed breaths too. Some more of the haze was dispersing as he calmed himself and worked on calming his mind. Just like Master Splinter taught us......Splinter? Us? more information was coming back to him and he welcomed it over the haze that had robbed him of it in the first place.

He seemed to understand him and grow more and more aware he softly spoke "alright. Now as you get closer to being sentiant..I want ye to keep calm..yer soon going to remeber more..and yer going to awaken ye mind. First thing yer'll notice is ye heart stopped. Yer dead..but ye've been reanimated as a zombie."

"Z...zombie?" he asked. A voice at the back of his head, sounding very familure, started to babble on and on about zombie movies. Mikey. His little brother. He had three brothers, and a father. He wasn't human. Even before becoming what he was now, humans had fled from him in fear. His family was different. They were..... "Mutants...." he murmured the word before looking at Finley.