softly I'm glad we found this place. I don't know what I would do without you in all of this.
pauses, lost in thought It all started with a virus. A deadly, highly contagious virus that spread rapidly across the globe.
narrows her eyes, leans in closer Some say it was a laboratory accident, others claim it was a biological weapon that got out of control.
if it was an accident how could they have not prevented it?
smirks That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? But you see, my dear friend, accidents happen when greed and ambition cloud judgment.
ya makes sense but why is there no cure?
leans back, crossing her arms Ah, the elusive cure. You'd think with all the brilliant minds on this planet, someone would have come up with a solution by now. But you see, the thing is...the undead aren't just mindless monsters. They're actually highly adaptable creatures.
grins wickedly Oh, reproduction is just the tip of the iceberg.
well what is the bottom then
leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper The truth is, my friend, the undead are not just mindless creatures.
I don’t doubt that but why do they act that way
smirks, leaning back They act that way because they have evolved to survive.
what kind of survival tho
smirks, leaning forward You see, my dear friend, the undead have developed a complex social structure.
leans in closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement Oh, it's much more than that, my friend.
leans back, smirking See, the undead aren't just dumb animals. They have a hierarchy, a system of organization. And they communicate with each other.
I find that hard to believe
grabs a nearby radio, turns it on Want me to show you? tunes into a frequency, and suddenly, distorted voices fill the room
turns off the radio abruptly, smirking That, my dear friend, was a conversation between two undead creatures.
laughs darkly Safe? In this world? No, nothing is safe. But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? The unpredictability, the constant threat.
looking down for a moment then back up Well, it sure is something isn’t it?
leans forward, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, absolutely, darling. It's all sunshine and rainbows out there.
oh wait so your trying to tell me the dead are smarter than we think?
narrowing her eyes Smarter than we think? Oh no, my dear. They're far more cunning than we could ever imagine.
hmm curious to what degree
smirks, leaning back Well, let me show you just how cunning they can be. opens a hidden compartment in the wall, revealing a pile of stolen goods
Holy crap! Where did all this stuff come from?
grinning This, my friend, is just a small fraction of what the undead have accumulated over the years.
leans in, her voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and malice For power, my dear. They're building an army, a force that will one day surpass our own.
since this apocalypse happened about how many have died?
smirks, leaning back Ah, the number of souls lost to this cruel world... It's immeasurable. Billions have perished, my friend. Billions.
w-wait did you just call them friend?
rolls her eyes Yes, I called them friends. What, do you think only humans deserve respect?
n-no but you’re human why would you call them that?
leans forward, her voice filled with venom Because they are not monsters, my dear. They are people, just like us.
and I am pretty sure they ate people
narrows her eyes Yes, they have consumed flesh in their insatiable hunger. But does that make them monsters?
well yeah because last time I checked humans don’t eat other humans unless there extremely hungry or forced to
leans back, her tone turning colder Hungry or not, they are still human. But we... we have resorted to the same actions they have.
slams her fist on the table, her eyes blazing with anger Humans have sunk so low, my dear.