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Wisp

"But still, like dust, I rise "

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a character in “Realistic Zombie apocalypse”, originally authored by AphoticDreams, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Nickname: Wisp

No official name or records remain of Wisp.

Age: Thought to be in between 23-27

Appearance: Wisp wears a gas mask in order to protect himself from ever swallowing zombie infection or ending up infected through an evolved method. He wears a hooded trench coat with camouflage print track bottoms. Under the trench coat is a black v-neck. His short ash-blonde hair is covered and his dark green eyes are hidden in shadows. Also has a large black cross-over messenger bag. Wisp is riddled with tattoos, even on his eyes. On his eyes, he has a tattoo of a pentagram and a moon in both, on his arms are roses and thorns, on his back is an eagle and on his legs are an assortment of flowers. On his left cheek, he has a blooming rose and surrounding his right eye is random shapes. Wisp is lean, yet muscular, in his shape and is around 5'10

Weapons/Equipment: Handgun, three bottles of wine with hand towels (to cause explosions in times of need), three lighters, fire axe, steel make-shift machete. Normally has some form of caffeine on him, has a stash of stolen food in his bag. Different coloured spray paints. Spiked, brass knuckles.

Personality: Wisp is an adrenaline junkie, he has no care for his own safety only riding it out for the fun. He had gained sociopathic tendencies when he was asked to kill a street full of zombies by a little girl. He has no care for people that are no fun. Wisp in his previous life before the apocalypse was a forensic ballistics expert, and was trained in dissection and using almost every common and marketed weapon, this makes him over confident and stubborn. Wisp also has an addiction to drinking and smoking.

Wisp always leaves his mark everywhere he goes, in the form of:
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May the zombies fear this killer as no mercy shall pass them if they encounter this Wisp of smoke.

So begins...

Wisp's Story

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Wisp muttered under his breath as he cleaned of the blood that soaked his mask in a public restroom's sink. He had just massacred a street filled with zombies to save his ex-girlfriend, only to find her dead with her entrails sprawled out. He wasn't angry at the fact that his close friend had died but rather that his best alcoholic drink had smashed while trying to get there for nothing. He grumbled and turned at a fast pace, slicing the head of the obese zombie behind him with the fire-axe that lay next to him. "No one, and I mean no one, tries to attack me when I have no alcohol!" He shouted, repeatedly stepping on the zombies head with his healed boot, getting brains everywhere. He wiped the blood of his forehead and placing his mask over him, tying it in place and then lifting his hood up.

He grabbed a can of Rockstar from his bag, taking the breathe bag off the mask and gulping it down, replacing the breathe bag. Running out as he heard a swarm pass by, he grinned. Earlier, he had bathed in animal's blood in order to erase his smell and still had thirty little squirt bottles of animal's blood in his bag just in case to mask his smell. He squirted himself with one of the bottles and ran threw the small horde. He tried to replicate the walk patterns of the undead, soon was found out and went on a running spree. He stopped when he broke into a Land rover, rewired it and ran the zombies over. He soon stopped when the vehicle ran out of gas. He bit his lip and got out, running towards a street corner, where beyond the odds, he managed to climb his way to the second floor and then to the roof. The roofs where fairly close together, so he managed to make his way to the fourth house when he saw a horde trying to get something. He climbed down and sneaked through the bushes, watching patiently.

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Jason stood on the van for a couple minutes before sitting down and freeing himself of grief for his family. He succeeded this, but quickly started to panic. He was reluctant to use his beretta as the sound might draw more monsters to him. But then he thought of an old phrase his track teacher had told him after he was mugged, and was too panicked to do anything. Panic drowns Thought. This was the best life lesson he had learned, so he tried to forget the zombies at the bottom of the van and looked for a safe way off. 'Just act like the foor is lava' he thought. He scanned a safe route off of the van and noticed two gleaming eyes in his neighbors bushes. They were not glowing, but rather the setting sun was reflecting off of lenses. He looked directly at the glowing circles and made out a body in the bushes. It was hard because the person was very good at camouflaging himself. His goal had changed; now it was to reach the man in the bushes. That might sound weird, but he was human and the only anchor Jason had. So he backed up as far as he could on the van and leaped to his other neighbors porch roof. He then broke the window to alert the corpses to his presence, and kept in the opposite direction of his house, breaking more windows as he went. As the zombies followed him, he ducked inside a house and found his way to the roof. The roofs in his neighborhood were tightly packed so it was easy to jump between them. He lept to his roof and was about to scramble down into the attic, but thought against it, so he went the next house where the person was in a bush and scrambled down that one instead. He was now behind the man, who had turned to face him. An axe in his hands.

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Wisp held his axe before turning. Zombies and a lot of them. Before the brat had come, Wisp had prepared three wine bottles with a hand towel in them, he set a light to two, threw them and grabbed the other one. He had no need to run, as the zombies each crawled into the fire set by his hand-made explosives. He didn't care where the brat went. Honestly, if it wasn't because he had ran out of bullets and the kid was there, he would have run into that group such as earlier. He placed his hands in his pockets and walked forwards, into the next street. A breeze past by, Wisp stopped in front of a random house, taking out a green spray paint. He wasn't sure if the brat was behind him or not. He started spraying his phrase onto the wall.

As he finished, he grinned to himself. "I need to get some more alcohol..." He muttered, deep in thought...lessness. Behind him was a few dead bitches, he saw the shadows of them and turned around, make-shift machete in hand. He struck one in the temple and pulled it out, blood squirting everywhere. Good thing his mask had zero entry point as the undead man was very much taller than him and sprayed blood as it re-died. Wisp hit the other one with the spiked designer brass-knuckles that wrapped around his left hand, knocking it down. He walked to the scrambling zombie's head and smashed it in with his heel. The man sighed and grabbed his machete, placing it in his bag.

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The man Jason stood behind seemed calm, as he slowly revealed himself to the undead and threw some bottles at the zombies situated a few houses down. Jason presumed they were the classic Molotov cocktail, as they exploded into fiery death on impact with the ground. Jason stood and watched zombie after zombie walk into the flames and die. He was still perplexed at how calm the man was as he spray painted a phrase on Jason's house. A couple zombies shambled out of the gloom and two headed for the man, and one for Jason. Jason, having more room to fight than his porch, drew his blade and swiftly cut through the zombies torso near the waist, where the least bone and resistance was. His carbon-steel blade cut through the body as if it was made of butter. Both halfs fell to the ground and one squirmed with the speed of a fresh turned zombie. He quickly finished it with a curb stomp. Then he turned, flicking his blade to get most of the blood off, and then sheathed his machete. He looked at the man as he curb stomped his own zombie head. Jason walked to the man and heard an audible sigh, as if this was boring. So in a voice that radiated no emotions Jason spoke "Heya, you're the only person I know that either isn't dead, or deader. So I was wondering if I could tag along to wherever your going. A group has a better chance out here than a loner, and I have a minibar full of wine if you want it." The stranger looked up, and eyes met glass as Jason waited for the mans response

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Wisp began to laugh then stopped when the brat mentioned a minibar, "Alcohol? Deal. Though beware, I'm clueless. " He joked, wiping the lenses from blood so he could see properly. Wisp placed the spray can in his bag and took out a random can, throwing it to the kid, "Drink up, never know when it could be your last." Wisp said, refilling his hand gun. He looked around, a few burning zombies struggling to move as their skin fell off, nothing weird. The man sniffed up and grimaced, taking out one of his spray bottles of animal blood and squirted the kid enough to get rid of his humane smell. He placed the spray bottle back into his bag and sighed. He turned and placed his hand on his hip. Lifting his breathing-bag on his mask, he took it off and placed a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it. "The name's Wisp, what's yours, Brat?" He asked, chewing on his burning stick of tobacco.

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After Jason proposed traveling together the man started to laugh, but as soon as he mentioned his dads minibar the man stopped laughing. "Alcohol? Deal." he said, then added "though beware, I'm clueless." He bagan to wipe the blood off his mask and tossed Jason a can of beer. "Drink up, never know when it could be your last." He said, reloading his pistol. He turned and sniffed before pulling a squirt bottle from about thirty from his bag and spraying it all over Jason and getting a drop on his windbreaker. Jason just looked at the drop of red on his favorite windbreaker and silently threw a tantrum. That was going to take weeks to get off if he was lucky. The man sighed once more before taking what Jason had now identified as a gas mask off and lighting a cigarette revealing tattoos and blonde hair. "The names Wisp, what's yours brat?" He asked. "My name is Jason Sutton, and you better find something strong enough to wash blood off of this" he said to Wisp, pointing at the stain. But gave up when he gave Jason a look. "Whatever, I'll go show you the wine, drink what you want. I'm gonna have my first beer." Turns out Jason didn't like beer. After the first sip his did a spit take and got beer on his first kill. After cleaning his mouth of the taste, he opened his front door and immediately felt a stab of grief over his family's bodies. His cats were still in the corner, grooming themselves and their kittens. Jason told Wisp where the minibar was and he practically ran to it, while Jason dragged three giant bags of cat food into the living room and slashed them open. He also got a giant tub and filled it with water, setting it next to the couch so the cats wouldn't have to stand on the rim. With Mario and Rainbow taking care of their litter as his last moments with them, he teared up. These were his best friends in the animal kingdom, he had raised Mario from a kitten, and when he got out and brought back Rainbow, Jasons love grew for the cats. Now he may be leaving to never see them, and of course there was his family. Their blood was on his hands, and he would never forget that. He followed Wisp into the minibar room.

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Wisp laughed, per usual, "Don't blame me, I mean, we're probably gonna have to run through zombies at some point." He cheered when the kid complained about the stain. He walked in silence, thinking of new ways to kill dead bitches. He followed Jason in and raised an eyebrow at the corpses, however as the kid told Wisp where the minibar was, he ran for it. He opened it up and began filling through alcoholic beverages, checking percentages and all of that stuff. He selected six bottles and placed them in his bag before looking again at the canned beers. Bored out of his mind, Wisp decided to sharpen his axe and fix the handle that had been broken with some bandages and cellotape he had in his bag. He still had his cig in his mouth and pulled it out, releasing an exhale of light smoke. He stumped it out and replaced his breathe bag on his gas mask, covering his face fully once again.

Wisp yawned and turned his head as Jason entered the room, "You should really bury 'em, the smell will attract animals once they rot, and those cats of yours probably won't survive a pack of hungry dogs." He informed, pulling his hood down to show his ash blonde hair.

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"Yeah, you're probably right." Jason said before dragging his family to the backyard and burying them. Wisp's talk of dogs made a memory surface of when Mario had gotten out, he had almost killed a small dog in Jason's front lawn trying to defend his territory. Walking back in, he passed the minibar and went upstairs. He turned his parents room upside down looking for it. In frustration, he punched hole in a wall and revealed a shiny barrel. Ripping a larger hole, he revealed a Civil War musket from when his great, whatever grandpa fought in the war for the Union. He had sacrificed himself at the battle of Gettysburg and now had a street named after him in Pennsylvania. He grabbed the dusty war relic and slided its sash over him. He felt the rifle clunck on his back as he walked back down stairs, scratching Marios neck, and went into the minibar. To see Wisp still sifting through the alcohol.

((OOC) there is an actual road in Pennsylvania called Sutton street or road or something)

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Wisp looked at the kid, offering no help. He went back to checking the alcohol. He sighed and yawned, looking outside where it had begun to rain. When the kid came down, he grinned: "Someone's got a new- well old- toy." He laughed, placing the drinks he had selected in his bag. "We best be off, rain is the best time to move. One of the best ways to mask a scent. " he spoke, glaring at the window for no reason, not like anyone could see him glaring at it. He scratched his neck and yawned out of boredom.

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Wisp shrugged, "I heard there was a refuge camp somewhere near here, know anything about it?" He asked, stepping out onto the street. Looking around with a comical way, Wisp yawned and pointed down the street, "Cars in pretty good condition there, we can probably use it..." The rain hit his hood, dripping onto his mask. He continued to walk down the street to the car. Once there, he broke the window, opened the door and began to rewire the simple car.

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"I'll teach you when we're not running for our lives." Wisp laughed, pulling the car in reverse, and began driving. Through the rain and his lenses, along with shitty screen wipers, Wisp was forced to take his mask of to see. Wisp earlier had thrown his bag into the back, though had his gun in a holtster. A zombie came running up and so instead of avoiding it, Wisp ran it over without a care in the world. "Hey look, this piece of crap has a sun roof, wanna do some target shooting?" He laughed, pointing to the sun roof.

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"There's plenty of cars to break into here. " Wisp laughed, turning the car around a bend. "Hmm, keep your eyes opened for a strip club." Wisp spoke seriously for once. The advert he had seen was about a strip club/nightclub that was being used as a refuge camp. His blonde hair was messy as if it hadn't been brushed for days, though was surprisingly clean. His eye tattoos were the most peculiar thing about him, other than the rest of his tattoos that remained covered, other than the cheek tattoos. Wisp was driving through a town centre when the car went.

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"A stripclub? Ok" Jason said as the car ran out of gas in the middle of a town. "We should probably hoof it from here, seeing as this is a town and lots of people live in towns, those people may be zombies now." said Jason, reattaching and drawing his blade. Moving cautiously and silently, Jason turned a corner to meet a zombie with its back to him. He quickly stabbed its head, as quietly as he could. He realized that this was a police officer. He searched for the mans gun, but only found his belt of magazines. "Hey Wisp, these work in your pistol?" He said handing them to him. Before turning back around to see the strip club down the street. And a hunting store on the way "jackpot" Jason exclaimed.

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"Hmm, yeah, they do." Wisp said, looking them over- as an ex-forensic who was in charge of weaponry and battlements, he became known to almost every type of gun and ammunition. When he saw the strip club, he smiled. Placing his mask back onto his face, he walked forward with Jason, "You check out the hunting shop, I'll check the strip..." Widp pointed at the hunting shop before carrying on forward.

Once outside the club, Wisp walked up the stairs. He instantly noticed the blood coating the banisters and began to run up, slamming into the door and forcing it open. The first thing that hit him was the smell. Putrid. It didn't bother him as much, due to the gas mask. Next thing was the crying, a baby was mewling from somewhere. And the final thing, a mass suicide. "Shit." He spoke, holding his gun up. He tried to identify the mewling, no hope. It had led him into the back behind the poles. A woman, wearing ruined makeup and a slut's outfit, and a baby who had a gun held up to it. Wisp laughed at the sight and held his gun up to the woman's head, "Kill the brat, and I'll put a bullet through your skull,"

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Jason walked into the hunting shop, machete drawn. He encountered a dead dude, tripped him, and ended his udeadness with a stomp. Looking around, he gasped. This place was loaded! There was a few snipers, lots of sharpeners and hunting knives. And shotguns. SHOTGUNS! He grabbed what he could carry into a fast looking car with the door open. Looking around, he spotted keys on the ground. They fit in the ignition and the car started to pur. Placing the guns and sharpeners in the truck, Jason went back for more when he heard a slam from the club. Running in, Jason noted the gore everywhere, but slowed down and drew his U22. Opening a busted door, a putred smell threatened to overwhelm him so drawing his shirt up he walked in. He heard a baby cry out and quickened the pace before a gunshot rang in his ears, followed closely by another. Jason saw Wisp holding his gun, smoke billowing from the barrel. A few meters away, a stripper was holding a gun. Jason internally gasped, she was holding it out to shoot the baby on the floor. But she was too drunk to shoot straight and the bullethole indicated she shot a foot away from the baby. She clutched her neck as blood spurted out and she fell to the floor. Dead. For good measure, Jason put a round in her brain. Looking over, he saw Wisp approaching the crying baby on the floor.

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Wisp had shot the woman dead without second thought. He was surprisingly parental in the stance he was in, picking up the crying child and cradled it, hushing it to sleep. He looked at Jason and put his fingers to his mask, symbolising for him to shut up. More rounds fired outside, the babe woke up and began loudly to cry. Wisp growled softly, before placing his pistol in his holster and cradling the baby properly. The child was around three months, so wouldn't cry twenty four seven. He walked up to a window and busted it open, hanging his arm out and his gun, eyes set dead on the brat with the gun walking around.

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Jason was surprised at the perentalness that Wisp showed by carefully lifting up the child. A shotgun blasted outside and the baby started to cry, Breaking a window, Wisp looked outside. Looking over his shoulder, Jason saw another teenager around his age in the middle of the street. He was blasting zombies away with a shotgun, but they would overwhelm him soon. He ran outside and grabbed the dudes shoulder and had to duck to avoid a swinging shotgun. The teen looked down and Jason's eyes connected with his for a second before the teen exclaimed "JASON? HOLY FUCK" This was Chris, Jason knew him as someone he passes in the halls of his school they had one class together but never talked. He helped Jason up and turned back around to shoot more zombies. "Chris, stop, there are too many to fight!" Wisp was behind him so he pointed to the car and he hurried to it to place the child in the passenger seat. Chris was backing up now, realizing that this was futile. He ran to the car before turning back to grab the box of shells. "Wisp, get everyone settled in the car." Jason said as he ran to the car. But a bolt of lightning struck a tree next to the road, that tree hit a power line, causing a few lampposts to collapse, they couldn't turn around, and there were too many zombies to drive through. Jason drew his U22 and opened fire.

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Wisp sighed as he cut a small chunk out of his arm, tying it to a wine bottle, stuffing in a hand towel and lighting it. Once thrown, the zombies chased it, allowing a clearer path. "Everyone in? Who gives a damn any more?" He shouted, turning in the engine and driving forward, hitting speeds of 60-70 miles per hour. He kept his eyes on the road, however was more concerned for the little one. Earlier, he had secured the baby in with the seat belt, using an innovative way. Wisp chuckled slightly, trying the radio, no stations he could find however there was a CD, which he put in without care of what it was.

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Jason opened fire, ten bullets exploded from the barrel of his gun, eight zombies fell to the ground. Then a flaming bottle soared over his head. Another of Wisps explosives exploded. Clearing enough Zombies to drive through. Wisp yelled, and the car sped past. Chris's door was open and Jason jumped for the car. His hand clasped with Chris's and he hanged out of the car for a second, half running, half jumping. Chris pulled him into the car as they ran over zombies. Now they were out of the city, speeding along. Wisp popped a CD into the player. Inspirational music played, Jason instantly recognized the song. As The Sound of Silence played, and the baby fell asleep, everything was calm. For the time being.

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Wisp drove boredly, eyes focused on the road ahead. The little one had fallen asleep, petrol and gas was almost out. Wisp drove along an abandoned road until he came across a gas station, pulling over into a stop, Wisp sighed, getting out. "Get what you need from the station shop while I try and fill this up. Get something for the smaller brat as well. Electricity seems to still be working so if the detectors are in there, use my card." Wisp said, pulling out a black master card and passed it to Jason before trying to get the gas pipes to work, rewiring some wires and got it pumping. He filled it up then tended to the screaming child. For a sociopathic, adrenaline junkie Wisp was a good parental figure, looking after the baby like a normal father would, probably because he had experience before with them.

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Jason and Chris got out, Wisp had been driving for an hour and a half. Now they were at a gas station. Chris drew his revolver but Jason forced it down "don't waste your ammo" Chris put his revolver away and pulled out his bat. They walked into the store together, "Walk down the center isle, then split left and look at every other isle." Jason said. Chris obeyed and they walked down the center together, melee weapons poised to strike. Jason had to kill two undead and Chris one. The store was now clear, and free to loot. Looking over the bodies, Jason found a concealed carrier with two mags of bullets that fit in his gun. The other body had a pack of cigarettes, Jason made a mental note to give them to Wisp. Chris didn't loot his body, but instead looked for formula. He found a box of diapers, some wipes, and a couple cans of powder formula. Jason looked for drinks and food. He came up with two bottles of Fiji and a six pack of Gatorade. In the way of food, he came up with a box of ramen noodles, oriental flavor, and a frozen pack of beef. He also found a pot, and camping stove. Walking back out, he handed the cigarettes to Wisp and Chris put the diapers and wipes in the back. Jason opened the camping stove and got to work making a bottle for the child. He was wondering what the little guys name was, and resolved to talk to Wisp about it later. "Hey Wisp, if we keep a lookout we should be able to stay the night here." Jason said. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we could all use a rest" Chris added.

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"All right, we should check if this place have a staff sleeping quarters, places like this sometimes do." Wisp said, taking the cigarettes and placing them in a pocket. He went to the other side of the car and took out the baby, closing the door behind him. The baby was a girl, according to Wisp's knowledge of babies, which was very vast surprisingly. Wisp walked into the store, going behind the counter by kicking the gate down. He looked around in the draws, pulling them out. He sighed, not finding what he wanted. He fell onto the chair, cradling the baby.

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"Ok, I'll pull up the car closer to the store" Jason said. Chris started looking for the sleeping quarters, but he found zilch. The back room was accessible though. "Hey, we could probably sleep back here" Chris said loud enough for Jason to hear. So Jason drove the car into the gated area behind the store. There were no sleeping bags in the store, but there was a mix of five king-size quilts and two blankets. Chris arranged for three sleeping areas, as one person would always be on watch and he had no more covers. Jason, who was very good at not sleeping, offered to take first watch.

((OOC)I'm heading into school, so I'll won't post until after like 5:30, because sports)

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Wisp didn't need sleep, due to earlier drinking so many twenty four hour energy drinks. So instead, he played with the child that couldn't sleep. Wisp was bored out of his mind when the baby fell asleep, so decided to go outside. "I wonder how these things work..." he asked himself, referencing the virus and dead resurrection. He had taken his mask off not long ago and his eyes seemed to glow due to the dark tattoos on them.

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Jason was sitting outside when Wisp popped out. "Man you gotta lay off the energy drinks, your bags are getting bags." Jason said to Wisp. Wisp asked a question about the undead. Jason replied with his two cents: "Looks like a hyper-mutated form of raibies that severs the connection to the frontal lobe and the eating lobe, whatever it's called." Chris snored loudly from inside the room. "Hey Wisp, I've never seen your pistol for longer than a few seconds, and I was wondering what it was... called" Jason saw something in his peripheral vision and turned, unsheathing his machete. "Gruuuuhhh" The moan didn't faze him anymore, he had changed dramatically in the span of twenty-four hours. A foot made itself visible, a body soon followed. Jason was silent, his machete drooping at his side. There was a zombie, but it was a kid. She looked no more than 5 years old. Jason knew it was a zombie, but he couldn't bring himself to kill a kid.