What am I doing with my life?
I just want to connect.
Why can't I connect with people?
Oh, right.
It's because I'm dead.
I wish I could introduce myself, but I don't remember my name.
I think it's started with an "r".
But that's all I have left.
It's kind of a bummer.
I shouldn't be so hard on myself.
I mean, we are all dead.
This is my best friends.
We even have almost conversations sometimes.
They call these guys, "bonies".
They'll eat anything with a heartbeat.
I mean, I will too, but...
At least, I'm conflicted about it.
Nice watch.
Be
dead.
It's too much.
- Don't be creepy, don't be creepy.
- What are you?
This is a corpse infected with the plague.
It is uncaring, unfeeling,
incapable of remorse.
I don't understand, but he's changing,
and he feels,
and he's learning to be human again.
- Oh my God, is that him?
- Yeah.
'sup?
You started something here.
Whatever it is what you too have,
it's infecting the others.
- They're somehow curing themselves.
- They are not curing themselves.
Come with me.
Shoot on sight.
We have a breach.
- You're changing everything.
- Corpses are fighting skeletons.
- Who do we shoot?
- Shoot this!
Hi!
How did you die?
How old are you?
You could be twenty something.
But you could also be a teenager.
You have one of those faces...