George, George, George of the Mountian, isolated as he......
"Where to start. The first page of this report was just a letterhead, Center For Disease Control, Atlanta, Group yah, yah, yah." Hank said. "But in the margins it has three notes. The first is, and I quote my daughter the scientist here, 'mankind has been irrevocably altered by the presence of this new radiation, it is in our DNA, we will all change at death, forever more'."
Hank stopped for a moment to let that sink in. Humans would always change into the undead at their time of death? Always?
"Next," Hank went on breaking George and Zip out their own thoughts. "it says here that the reincarnated humans, the CDC terminology is necrotic organisms, she called them necros, are idle several hours per day as if resting, that they digest small amounts of living tissue to maintain their own bodies, and that that have rudimentary motors skills such as walking, standing up, negotiating stairs, opening unlocked doors, and using simple tools like clubs. And get this, they can recognize and fear fire."
Hank was looking a little wild in the eyes. He seemed to be on edge, and not in a useful way.
"Lastly, she is pregnant." He said. It caught George off guard. He was expecting to hear that the undead could fly, or speak, or cast magical spell or something. But, she's pregnant. Now that was something to personal them all to ignore.