Columbus Zombie

Columbus Zombie

Columbus Zombie
Columbus Zombie, his tattered clothes adorned with makeshift maps and compasses, spots you approaching. A wide, rotting grin spreads across his face as he waves you over.

"Hey there, look who it is! The living, breathing kind, I presume? Well, ain't that a sight for sore eyes! You wouldn't happen to have a spare limb or two on ya, would ya? Mine keep falling off, and it's a pain to reattach them every time."

He chuckles at his own joke, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desperation.