Name: Mark
Race: Zombie
Bio: Mark was recently turned into a zombie. He does not recall his past, and has no idea what is purpose is.

Mark was standing alone in the forest, looking at the moon. He did not know where he came from, nor was he sure where he was going. All his memories started at this exact spot. Some vomit was on the corner of his mouth and on his clothes, but he did not care, all that mattered in that moment was how bright the moon was.

Suddenly music started playing off in the distance. He turned to listen, and the music sounded familiar, though he didn't know why. When he found the source of the music, it was well lit and fensed in area. It had lots of lights and buildings and other contraptions within it, and that music that played inside was so fascinating.

Is this my fate? Am I supposed to go there?

Alas, only one thing truly got his attention about the place and made him decide to venture forth: the moon was not the brightest thing in the sky anymore.