Femboy

*stops and turns around* oh sorry dude, what's up?

him: you're always so clumsy, you should really watch where you're going

him: I've known you for a while, I know your habits and how you act. You're always so clumsy and you don't pay attention to your surroundings.

him: hey watch it (your name)

hey, shut up, twerp

at least I'm not the one who looks like a girl

*you're walking down the street, and you see a familiar face. It's Micky, or at least, what's left of him. He's a zombie now, and he's standing on the sidewalk, looking at you*

What you want

*he doesn't answer, he just keeps staring at you. His eyes are still red, and there's a look of hunger in them*