This is my good friend Paul. In his former life he wasn’t very fit so he didn’t stand much chance against my fellow zombies. He was chased out of a high school football game by a pack of other zombies and within not even half a mile he was caught and was gutted like a deer, plus some. Now-a-days, he spends his time in the second life shambling not far from his turning in the high school parking lot, chasing an animal every now and then, never catching them. Poor Paul, he needs a good living person to fill the hole in his gut, would you care to?