It had been a full two weeks, since Gar had fallen asleep from the strain of her attack. The cold and fog filled graveyard that seemed to span hundreds of milles all around, seemed almost alive with the recent activity. Inside Gars mind, she dreamed of the warm sunshine on her face, the wind rushing through her hair and of a friend to play with. In the grave yard however, a new threat crumpled up from the remaining bones of the shiftless undead masses. "Gar... sleep sleep..." she said, scratching her right breast casualy with a finger tip. She turned over once, opened her eyes to see that a random zombie had fallen asleep facing her. Its decomposing face showing bits of muscle and bone. "Meat?" the zombie questioned simply before Gar slammed it in the face with out much hesitation. "Gar not meat..." she said annoyed that all that greeted her was just another undead.

She rolled onto her back and looked up at the pale full moon, wondering if this was all that she would see in her entire life. "Gar lonely. Gar bored of this place. Gar need friend." she said simply as she got up on her four legs and and walked slowly through out the grave yard. The zombie returned to her side, its one visible eye looking at Gar from various angles. "Meat? Gar not meat? Where meat!? WHERE MEAT!?" Gar simply punch it in the head again, knocking it unconcious. "Gar not MEAT!" she stamped her right front foot. "Gar Gar! Gar need better friend then undead." The zombie got up, slightly hurt that his new lease on life was full of pain. 

The zombie picked its jaw up off the ground, brushed it off carefully, like a girl brushing her hair, and jammed it back into its mouth with a loud groan. "Me know Gar not meat! Gar Gar! Zombie Xombie!" Xombie said in a defiant and defenatley smarter voice. Gar wasn't really amazed. "Xombie boring. Gar need living friend. Not dead one." "Xombie not zombie!" Gar simply sighed and motioned it forward. Apparently this would be the best she could do. "Gar," she pointed to her self. "Gar! Xombie... Xombie!" she finished, pointing at Xombie definitively. Xombie simply looked up at the moon and exclaimed, "Xombie want meat, all Xombie ever see is zombie, zombie zombie. Then Xombie find Gar! Xombie not know Gar, so Xombie go see Gar! Xombie Gar friend!"

The zombie was of average human height, light grey skin, pulled tight around the face. The bones in its arms and chest exposed from decompisition, yet its brain still retained a small of amount of intelligence that set it on par with Gar. Well speach wise any ways. "Fine fine... Gar be Xombie friend, if Xombie help Gar out of undead place. Then Gar and Xombie travel together!"

Xombie attempted to smile, but his jaw fell off again.