Wanda felt like she was an object of bad luck in Major's life. Whenever she came across him something terrible seemed to be happening. Today appeared to be no different. She had grabbed herself a plate but had only been picking at her food.

"Major?" She walked up behind him, placing her plate down so she could focus on her friend. "Are you okay?"

She knew that he was a zombie before he had arrived to the village but she hadn't realized that people were turning back to their inhuman selves. She didn't have her powers but otherwise she looked human.