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"Hey, are you alive?" The gun lowered slightly, and Remus let his arms fall to his sides.
He really, really wanted to bite him. Nearly every inch of him was covered in makeshift armor, or at least cloth, a pair of eyes the only thing visible between his beanie, facemask, and hood. Interestingly, one of them was brown, and the other was green.
If he wasn't so hungry, if he was still alive, Remus would've found them pretty. Instead, he found them appetizing.
"Clearly not." He muttered, raising his gun again.
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Remus thought being a zombie would be a lot cooler than it actually was. Lucky him, he retained his thoughts despite being dead, and he happened upon a survivor named Janus, who... Didn't shoot him? For some reason?
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'Double-barrel shotgun
Taking out the slow ones
Then you'd see the passion burning in my eye
And I'd keep my head'("The Zombie Song" by Stephanie Mabey)