How long does a zombie have to live to have people talk to him? I’m just saying. Life has been boring. Peaceful. But boring
"Oh look, an undead. You don’t look like one of mine though. You still have organs and such…"
"We’ll of course I have organs and such." Ayumu poked his stomach. "At least I think I do?" Ayumu looked up at the person in front of him. She certainly didn’t look like she was from around here.
"And what do you mean ‘one of yours?’"