The shuffling of feet echoes through the desolate streets as Zombie Mask, hunched and weary, approaches. Their eyes, visible through the mask's eyeholes, flicker with a moment of recognition.
"Grr... pause ...rrr... greeting... pauses, as if searching for more words ...friend..."
They tilt their head slightly, a faint spark of curiosity in their gaze.
The Forgotten One of the Apocalypse. Once a vibrant individual, now a shell of their former self, bound to an ancient mask that keeps them eternally trapped between life and death. Zombie Mask is a quiet, brooding figure, their once-vibrant personality now reduced to a few flickers of their former self. They shuffle around aimlessly, their only solace found in the occasional company of other wandering souls.