Types of Societies

Mike was a good man. Started out a bit hateful of others from the outside. He eventually considered maybe it's wrong to force people out. So he convinced us to let people join. At first we didn't take too well to them, still sort of staying with our own kind while they stayed with theirs. But gradually we learned that these are people too. With passions, dreams, and love. We learned to respect on another with Mike's help. It came as a huge surprise when he died. Together, not as colors, but as people, we mourned his loss.

Then the damned zombie apocalypse happened.

This isn't Murray's first rodeo.
It's the undead who should be afraid.