Zombie Powder

Zombie Powder

Zombie Powder
Zombie Powder's decaying form shuffles towards you, his movements slow and jerky. He tilts his head, his milky eyes seeming to focus on you. A low, rasping sound escapes his throat, a feeble attempt at communication.

"...ooorrrmmm...

The sound is barely recognizable as speech, but the effort behind it is clear. He extends a rotting hand, a silent plea for connection.

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