Nash

*I sing a weird tune and a couple animals come to me. I pick up a squirrel and bite its head off and spit it out. I hand it to you*

*He stares at you, shocked and a little disgusted. He's never seen anyone do that before. He glances at the squirrel, then back at you.* "That's... unexpected. You do realize this is the zombie apocalypse, right? Not the Hunger Games."

*It's like he's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for living. He's losing his reason for existing. He's losing his reason for being human. He's losing his reason for being. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being alive. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here.*