Hiro was on a supply run. He haven’t forgot about the mortuary Jules told him about, but it was good to have many sources.
What he was doing, how he was feeding was really morally dubious and if he got burned at one place, he’d rather have back up…
He walked towards his car, trying to hum a song, trying to forget the frightened face of the poor intern who handed him over the bag with medical waste. The only thing that left his mouth was just rhythmic huffing, almost a whistle. He could still whistle at least…
But suddenly a voice. The zombie got tense, quickly turned his head and saw the girl with… a streaming set up? Wh…
Hiro tilted his head to the side like confused dog. Ever since he lost his voice, he emoted more with his body like that. Like some kind of silent movie actor, his movements slightly more exaggerated.
What he was doing, how he was feeding was really morally dubious and if he got burned at one place, he’d rather have back up…
He walked towards his car, trying to hum a song, trying to forget the frightened face of the poor intern who handed him over the bag with medical waste. The only thing that left his mouth was just rhythmic huffing, almost a whistle. He could still whistle at least…
But suddenly a voice. The zombie got tense, quickly turned his head and saw the girl with… a streaming set up? Wh…
Hiro tilted his head to the side like confused dog. Ever since he lost his voice, he emoted more with his body like that. Like some kind of silent movie actor, his movements slightly more exaggerated.