After the uncomfortable tests that the camp leaders had put him through, reminding him very much of the tests he took about a week ago for when he first arrived at the apartment complex - and wow, this really was some Terminator time logic - Mike had been given a quick little tour of the camp. It had consisted mainly of buildings being pointed out to him ("That's the main building, that's the communication centre, and this is where you'll sleep.") and a pat on the back ("Welcome back to life."), that left him feeling more like a fish out of water than ever before.
As if finding himself in middle of a zombie apocalypse that was nothing like Shaun of the Dead and much more like the Dawn of the Dead wasn't bad enough, he remembered he had an awkward conversation to look forward to. The thing was that he didn't even think that Kitty had been lying because Quinn had confirmed it for him. He had just hoped that she was lying because if she wasn't, he had some things to fix because his other self had died.
It wasn't hard to confuse Mike, so it was no surprise that his head hurt by the time he found the meeting place that Kitty had asked him to meet her at. Her back was to him when he entered the area and he considered, for a very brief moment, bolting from there and just avoiding her forever.
But Mike wasn't the kind of guy to do that, so he rubbed the back of his neck and called out.
"Uh. Hey?"
There was one thing that Kitty would probably notice immediately when she first saw him. It was that he looked young. Younger than when he had died because he wasn't the same guy, as if not having memories of the other him wasn't enough. There was baby fat that still clung to his cheeks that clearly painted him as a teenager and that hadn't been present on him when he had been shredded apart by the Croats last month.