Ian seemed only semi-conscious as he attempted to look up at his friend and employer. He had taken some drugs after he had fallen on rough times. The boy always felt like he was alone and his normal job had been wearing him down. Lying there, probably covered in his own piss, the young zombie groaned before passing back out. He looked like he had gotten into a fight of some sort; appearing with a blackened eye and bruises on his body, before wandering off back towards the one place he always felt safe--Adam’s flat.