Amon sat among the dark foliage watching the hotel windows for any sign of life. His stomach gave him another twist and he plucked one of the velvety leaves from the branch he was perched on, stuffing it into his mouth to chew. She had watched the man come and go for days, silently wishing she could get closer to him. He knew better than to try, several large scars were evidence of lessons learned previously. Yet that didn't stop the longing for companionship that ached deep within him no less than his hunger. It seemed like an eternity had passed since he had been considered a human being and Amon felt it was the greatest injustice to have been removed from that family so quickly. He still remembered being human, playing in the sun with the people he felt close to. Only now he had changed, he was no longer the same being and those people who quickly faded from his memories were all gone, probably dead. Now the hot sun only served to increase his loneliness, bathing his mottled skin in blue and black as he reflected on his desolate new existence in limbo. Not human, at least not human in appearance, but still not what others called undead. A rustling in the undergrowth brought Amon out of his thoughts and he opened his eyes to search for its source. It wasn't hard to find, as the zombie-like creature stumbled along with no worries other than the need to eat. This one was only young and looking at him Amon felt a little sad, the boy couldn't have been more than twelve. He looked in poor condition, gaunt with superficial cuts, as he struggled to make his way through the forest, black blood oozing from open wounds and his clothes in tatters, barely clinging to his small body. It wouldn't last long, Amon mused, as he moved closer to his... the center of the paper... body nourished him until it became second nature. Climbing the tree once more, he scanned the surroundings for other threats and when he found none he focused on the hotel. After a few minutes of nothing happening, he decided it would be best to use the time to get rid of the body before it attracted even more unwanted attention. Dragging him across the golf course, Amon did his best to empathize with the dead boy as his head bounced and rolled from side to side. The world lacked empathy right now, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't feel any. It was a dog-eat-dog world and as much as Amon wanted to be human, he was still happy to be a pack leader. He wondered what had happened to the man from the hotel and if the new arrivals had done anything to him. He knew one thing: for whoever was inside, the zombies outside the hotel would be a problem.