walks and tearing it to shreds. This almost seems like a release of rage.

Maybe everyone who is now a blood thirsty meat sack had it in them all along. Walking around with the potential to be this fucked up creature, but unable to access it or even deal with it due to social conditioning and fear.

Another lone zombie catches him by surprise as he turns a corner and he suddenly finds himself in a struggle, pinned up against the wall. It’s an old woman, frail and weak before she was infected but now was as strong as an ox. They grapple in the alleyway and she slams him back against the wall again. He has to hold her by the throat to stop her from biting him.

Rotating her head by pushing against the side of