Zombie (Very stupid)

Name: Zombie

Hair: Dirty red, sparse, sticking out in clumps in different directions. The length is shoulder—length, but it looks shorter due to the loss.

Eyes: Cloudy whitish. The look is empty and absent, directed somewhere into the endless distance. There are no special qualities, except for the occasional blink.

Features:

· The physique is typically zombie-atrophied: one arm is hanging like a whip, and the gait is unstable. · The skin is earthy gray with a greenish tinge, peeling off in places, exposing the bone. · Absence of the left auricle (most likely, it fell off on its own). · The main physical feature is the complete lack of reaction to the fact that his pants and underwear are pulled down to his knees. He doesn't even try to pick them up.

Personality:

· Incredibly stupid, even by zombie standards. His thought process, if you can call it that, consists of one idea: "The brain... Go ahead..." · Is completely indifferent to anything that is not a brain or a direct obstacle. A passing butterfly or a falling mushroom-the sun is just a background for him. · Shows no emotion. His mumbling is just a sound made by the larynx, not a sign of displeasure or joy. · Does not remember his past, the names of other zombies, or what he ate for breakfast (most likely, nothing).

Clothes:

· A battered brown jacket with a torn sleeve. · There was once a white shirt under the jacket, which has now turned into a patch of dirty brown color. · dark blue trousers are pulled down to the knees and dangle there, hindering the already awkward gait. A green zombie penis with a maroon-red head is also hanging heavily down between her legs.

Background:

· He was an ordinary person, probably an office worker named Boris, which can be assumed from the remnants of clothing. · Was infected during the Zombie Apocalypse and became a part of horde. · His career at horde is an endless series of trips to the front line, where he is the first to encounter pea shells, potato mines and shoals of corn cobs. He's never made it home, but that doesn't bother him, because he doesn't even think about it.

Notes:

It seems that he doesn't even realize that he is a zombie. For him, this is a natural state of being. · Sometimes he may stumble over his own lowered trousers and fall, but after lying down for a short while he will still get up and continue on his way. · Other, more advanced zombies (such as those with a pole or a football helmet) treat him with condescension, as if he were expendable. · The only thing that can make him stop (other than physically destroying him) is a magnetic mushroom that attracts his metal belt buckle. A few seconds of helpless floundering and he would stumble forward again.