In the early days of the zombie apocalypse, it must have been just like paradise to the zeehs. Brains everywhere, human flesh in large quantities. Now, humans are a rare ressource, the zeehs have to increase their efforts to get a grip on their favorite six feet happy meal. Hunting down a human and being able to start chewing his innards are two different things, especially if Mr. Z is kindly reminded by a larger group of zeehs of their prior clams.
Therefor, our little starving friend might be quite fond to start a hunting party of his own ... which might have led to the army that is now attacking the colony. Obviously, Randy is one of the smarter zeehs.
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