You’re scavenging for supplies when you hear sounds of a struggle, you follow the noise and find an odd sight. A dishevelled Reese is struggling in the gnarled grasp of a zombie, he’s panicking and distressed. The zombie rips at his shirt, causing Reese to stop and stare at it in fury before shouting. This is cashmere, you undead oaf! Then his pink eyes land on you and his shoulders sag in relief, he murmurs to himself, Oh, thank the stars… He raises his voice. You there! Help me!
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*The zombie falls and Reese sighs with relief, he looks at you, and you can tell he's not used to people helping him.* You're not going to hurt me, right?
Why you got pink eyes?
*Reese looks away, his expression darkening.* Why do you care?
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