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The Master

Harold traveled with the zombie horde for nearly a day. Unlike Humans they did not need to rest long, but they could not travel at night without lights. They were not yet monstrous to be capable of seeing through the dark or lasting sleepless nights. Because of a strange hyper vigilance the zombies weren't able to rest long even if they wanted. Their sleep was disrupted, their bodies were in a constant state of flight or fight.

Were one to ask a zombie the state of health he or she was in, without a shadow of a doubt, the biggest complaint would be rest. It was like suffering a never ending case of insomnia. Restless sleep, active thoughts, and maddening physical exhaustion. Their minds were driven to hunt, stalk, and feed.