"You're okay bud, you're okay."

Robbie was sitting on the floor of the living room in the house he called home, a man with a snapback hat and cobalt blue eyes lying on the couch with a bandage stained crimson wrapped around his neck.

"Robbie sorry, Robbie want help friend." The zombie apologized, rubbing his head against the man's arm dangling over the side of the couch.

The male on the couch smiled weakly as he patted Robbie's head, his hand trembling with the effort it took to move.

"Zhis isn't zhe first person zhat has been infected, vhat do ve do Jack?"

Robbie turned to see a man dressed in a lab coat standing behind him with three other men identical to him, the man in the lab coat rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

One of the other men standing next to him had on a white shirt and blue vest, the second man dressed in a green shirt and black pants, and the other man dressed in a plain black t-shirt and black jeans with a cut on his neck.

"We'll find a cure and stop this before it spreads." The man with the tattoo called Jack promised the male in the lab coat, his expression fierce with determination.

"I-it hurts." The man lying on the couch spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezed shut as the man in the lab coat carefully removed the bandage.

On the injured man's neck was a set of heavily bleeding bite marks, a greenish pus gathered along the edges.

Robbie bolted awake with a startled gasp before relaxing slightly, realizing that he had been dreaming as he sat up.

"Who injured man? Who Jack? Why know him? Why house in dream?" Robbie wondered aloud as he stood up, stretching his arms with a soft pop before the zombie crawled on all fours out the door to find more food.

"Robbie need remember." Robbie decided as he scampered down the street, trying desperately to remember who those people were in his dreams as he absent mindlessly looked for food.

"Robbie remember Jack...but how Robbie find Jack?" Robbie murmured as he sat on the sidewalk, looking down at his hands that were still stained with the blood of the man he had eating yesterday.

"Jack!" Robbie called out pleadingly, the zombie falling silent as he listened for an answer with bated breath.

Robbie only received the sound of wind blowing down the street in response, the zombie frowning in disappointment.

"Robbie saw lab coat, lab coat mean doctor...Jack in hospital." Robbie reasoned as he jumped up to his feet, the bullet wounds in his chest and leg aching as he began searching the city for a hospital.

After hours of tireless searching, Robbie found a large white building where the scent of human was strong, his hunger spiking.

"Robbie find hospital, Jack close!" Robbie exclaimed as he ran towards what looked like a hospital, unaware of the two armed guards watching him with guns raised to shoot.

"Jack!" Robbie shouted, the zombie crying out in fear as bullets riddled the ground in front of him as a warning, causing the zombie to scamper off in fear.

"Robbie need disguise, Robbie look like human." Robbie muttered thoughtfully as he retreated back to his home, digging through the bedroom in the house to find a gray knit beanie, black jeans, and a black hoodie that read "Stay Weird" in white letters.

"Robbie dirty." Robbie frowned as he looked down at his hands, going into the bathroom and cleaning the blood off of his face and hands.

"Better." Robbie remarked in satisfaction, rubbing his teeth with a mostly intact finger to get rid of the traces of blood left from his last meal

"Now Robbie find Jack." Robbie declared confidently as he walked out of the house, trying to hide his limp as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie while his stomach rumbled.

Robbie returned to the hospital and held his breath as one of the guards strode towards the zombie, looking him up and down before ushering him inside.

Robbie entered the hospital to find humans sitting in the lobby talking in hushed tones, all of them dressed in ruined clothes that emanated gross smells that reminded Robbie of the dumpster he had hidden in.

The zombie shook his head to dispel the thought of food, his mind hazy as he tried to ignore the scent of human around him.

"Robbie need find Jack, Jack here?" Robbie questioned the people hopefully, all of them shaking their head no or shrugging in response.

Robbie bit his lip as his stomach growled with hunger, the zombie hoping that no one had heard it as he began looking through the hospital for Jack.

"Jack!" Robbie repeated desperately, poking his head into each of the rooms until he reached one at the end of the hall.

"Jack?" Robbie whispered as he entered, finding a familiar figure lying on a hospital bed with an oxygen mask strapped to his face and his neck wrapped with a bandage.

The figure in the bed cracked his eyes open to look at Robbie, his cobalt blue eyes brightening in excitement upon seeing the zombie.

"Robbie....thank god you're okay." The male sighed in relief, his voice muffled as breath fogged up the mask covering his mouth.

"Robbie don't remember you." Robbie admitted, the injured man wincing as he pressed a hand to his neck.

"Chase."

The single word caused Robbie to remember everything.

The feeding on a person for the first time.

The disappointment in Jack's eyes when Robbie returned covered in blood.

The uncontrollable hunger as Robbie bit Chase.

"Robbie sorry Chase." Robbie whimpered as he sat on the floor by Chase's bedside, tears streaming down his face as Chase ran his fingers through Robbie's hair.

"You're okay bud," Chase breathed out as his eyes fluttered shut, his hand resting on Robbie's head as he drifted off to sleep.

"You're okay."