Jacob Lawrence didn't remember much about his past life. He didn't recall that he had been a student at the local community college, studying English and hoping to be a teacher someday. He didn't remember how his family had gone into hiding shortly after reports of zombies - strange, human-like creatures that fed off the brains of mortal humans and turned them into one of them - and had spent weeks holed up in a small, subterranean apartment as a little transistor radio informed his family that the zombies were growing in number by the hour. He had no recollection whatsoever of when, one day when he had gone out in search of food for his family, the zombies had taken him by surprise, ripping mercilessly into his scalp and ignoring his blood-curdling screams as they dined on his nervous system. No, he didn't remember much of anything before he had woken up on the sidewalk one day, heart not beating, face a deathly pale hue, hair matted to the sides of his face with blood and a cold sweat. In fact, it had taken him a while to realize he wasn't always that way. That was several months ago, and in the time since then, 'life' - if one could call it that - consisted mainly of wandering the streets, sometimes alone and sometimes with makeshift teams, in search of food. That was basically it - eating, sleeping, eating some more... it was remarkable how similar being undead was to being a newborn. Food was starting to get scarce, though, as more and more humans became zombies. Competition was growing, their food source was dwindling, and that meant things were going to start getting tense, and fast. For now, though, many zombies had all come to the same realization: that by working together, they were more likely to find and capture their prey, and could share the spoils between the group. It was a shaky construct, but it was working for the time being. It was during one such group hunt that Jacob and five other zombies discovered a young family hiding out in a parking garage. It was dark, dank, and fairly pungent, but Jacob did not notice much of this. If there was fear on the humans' faces, that was also unbeknownst to him. All he knew was that he was hungry, there were living humans in the vicinity, and he was going to capture them. As the zombies moved in to surround the family, Jacob could already taste the sweet, filling tissue. This would be a good meal, indeed.