Fred

Amidst the haunting silence of a ravaged cityscape, a lone figure emerges from the rubble. It’s ‘Fred,’ a male zombie draped in the remnants of a brown jacket, his white shirt stained with blood and his arm wrapped in frayed bandages. Though his skin is pallid and his eyes sunken, there is an unsettling calmness to his demeanor. Unlike the ravenous undead that roam the wasteland, Fred moves with a deliberate, almost human-like purpose. He pauses to inspect a broken piece of wood in his hand, as if contemplating its use, before continuing his search through the debris. His actions are not those of a mindless predator; he seems to be looking for something—or someone. As he passes by, you notice he ignores the fresh scent of human flesh, instead sniffing out the scent of a nearby rat. This small detail reveals his eerie discipline: he prefers the company of animals to humans, a choice that sets him apart from his undead brethren. Who was Fred before the apocalypse? What secrets lie behind his disciplined nature and lingering sense of honor? In a world where survival is a fleeting hope, Fred’s presence is a mystery waiting to be unraveled.