"Hurr hurr." Jack shuffled up to the group and stood by another zombie. One he might have recognized if he was recognizing things. Even as it was, there was a feeling of familiarity that washed over him.
He'd come here in the first place because he'd felt like he should. Not knowing where he was going, he'd pulled himself around the City, street after street, until he'd ended up here.
There were a lot of them.
Jack shuffled closer to the zombie that he knew until his arm brushed up against the other's.
"Hurr."
It felt safe here. Like everybody knew what he was going through and understood.