Jane couldn't say she expected to see a pun at the end of the world. Nor did she expect a skeleton to be standing down the street, pointing at the poor handwriting like it was the funniest sh*t he's ever seen. Zombies around him didn't pay mind, instead hobbling towards the human that he didn't seem interested in eating. He wasn't trying to eat her.

A zombie wasn't trying to attack her. Instead, he was pointing at a pun about a knife. Her knife.

Yeah, no way this guy was normal. Not for zombie standards, at least. He didn't look crazed or rotting, he looked normal. Almost adorable, with his big skull and round face, not to mention that giddy smile just from the pun.

Did-

Did he write that? By himself? As a zombie?

"Oyuagddh," He called out to Jane, the human unable to understand him.

"What?" Jane asked.

Only then did she notice his once excited face had fallen rather quickly, instead replaced by worry. A hand jerked out, motioning behind her just as fast as a normal person would.

"Huh?"

Was the zombie... warning her?

Holy crap, he was!

The zombie, an infected skeleton, not only just showed her a pun and looked happy about it, and now had just warned her about the growing horde behind her. Yeah, that horde certainly would be a problem, considering her most recent ally just went and died.

A useless bag of flesh, she could attest. All of her allies were like that, it seemed. She couldn't find anyone reliable, much less useful. Rather annoying.

But this horde was definitely going to be a problem. While Jane was well equipped to handle groups of people, she only had one knife. If she had to go long range, it'd be a one time thing.

A sudden noise of a zombie gurgle made her twist around, knife in hand, ready to stab a surprise attack. Instead, though, she found the skeleton now closer, pointing away as he tugged on her loose jacket. He looked almost oddly adorable like that, even with the hole on his skull and the blood on his clothes. It wasn't like Jane was much different with her bloody outfit, though.

Was he trying to lead her away?

If he wanted to eat her, he could just try now. He was certainly close enough, but she was faster. Turning her hand, she lifted it above her head, ready to plunge it into the top of his skull.

But instead of taking the opportunity to kill her, he instead used his hooking on her jacket to pull her out of the way from a zombie attack behind her, effectively saving her life.

No...

No way. Was a zombie actually-

Yes, yes he did. A zombie just saved her life, and was now leading her away to safety when she almost stabbed him.

A zombie, someone who was infected. Someone who was dead.

Someone who was willing to go near a person and save them.

Jane shook away the thoughts and renewed her efforts in her pace, helping the small skeleton lead her away.

Okay, so apparently this skeleton was alive. Alive and sentient. Alive and saving her.

To be honest, the whole apocalypse was honestly a trainwreck of confusion from the start. Jane couldn't lie about that, it was pretty confusing. One moment the world was fine, the next, a virus had broken out. People were infected left and right, chaos ensuing amongst humans. Monsters got thrown into the mix, and they weren't prepared for it. She could tell by the monster pulling her, just one of the many victims taken.

So why was he saving her? And why did he make a pun?

He wasn't an ordinary zombie, that was for sure.

The thought of shoving his undead hand away from her body crossed her mind. She still had the opportunity. He might bite her, infect her. He could go insane at any moment, maybe the virus just hadn't taken full effect yet.

Yet...

Now that she thought about it, where could she go? Jane's last base was a bust, and this guy seemed to know where he was going. Not to mention...

Yeah, no, she wasn't going to cover that point about how happy he just looked, and how alive and real he looked compared to other zombies when he showed emotions. Or the point about how he looked... why was he so small? He looked to be her age, just shorter.

Zombies around them crept towards her at their usual sluggish pace, but somehow the skeleton zombie was running at a normal, alive pace, which only brought up more questions in the human female. She shook them away, focusing on the smaller of the two, who was trying to save her life. They ran down the dark street, Jane stabbing a few zombies here and there that got too close.

Soon enough, they were out of the street and hidden away within an ally, newly acquired blood smeared on Jane's clothes. Ugh. She slightly peeled away her jacket, looking down in disgust. Hopefully there was a clothing store nearby, that'd really help.

The end of the world was not helping in her look departments at all, that was for sure. She still looked hot, yeah, but her clothes were constantly getting stained or torn. It was rather annoying. Some people still cared, even if everyone was dying! Looking attractive when everything was going down certainly was an advantage, she's learned to use her looks to attract others over the years. It only really enhanced once the virus broke out. When a person thought the world was ending, then turned to see a very attractive woman approaching, they were easily influenced. That's how she got into the last few bases of survivor groups, but in the end they were all worthless. No wonder there was so many zombies, they were all idiots who didn't know how to properly fight. Zombies were slow and loud, as long as someone didn't get caught by a horde or in a confined area, they'd be fine. Idiots.

Jane's attention was drawn back to the skeleton when he flashed her the pun covered paper once more, eagerly pointing down towards her knife. He looked like a little kid on Christmas, to be honest. His eye sockets were practically sparkling, and he looked genuinely excited to be sharing his pun with someone. It was oddly...

How could a skeleton look cute? Seriously? He had a hole in his head, his clothes were torn and bloodied, yet he looked small and adorable! Emotional, alive, like he wasn't infected. Despite being a zombie, he looked so excited, as if he just found something he lost long ago.

"Did you write that?" Jane asked, gesturing to the sign.

He nodded, holding up a pen. So a zombie was literate? Were all of them?

"And you can understand what I'm saying?"

Another nod. Good, progress. So he was sentient, and was able to understand and communicate with people.

"So why did you write a pun?"

It was a legitimate question that Jane really wanted the answer to. Everything else could wait, she just wanted to know why his first communication to a stranger would be a freaking pun.

The little skeleton looked offended, quickly scribbling down something else onto the paper to communicate to her.

'Puns are great!'

"I'm not saying they aren't!" Jane quickly said, "I'm just asking why you said one instead of saying... you know, anything else?"

Sans was quick to write again, turning the page once more. 'Why not? Pretty girl was putting on makeup while stabbing a zombie.'

His hand writing was terrible, and his speech wasn't great, using shortcuts where he could. It was rushed, and messy, but somehow more adorable-

Jane could not handle this skeleton. She really could not handle how a zombie was somehow being adorable in such a short amount of time, it was unnerving. Jane knew the power of being attractive, she knew how seducing people could be deadly, yet somehow this man was pulling it off without any effort.

"Well, thank you for calling me pretty," Jane said, "But you're a zombie. Aren't you dead?"

'Yeah, I died. Got bitten, turned into a zombie. Pretty killer way to go out, huh?'

Jane snickered. Okay, that was good. She didn't want to admit she liked puns, but they were fun to see. Especially when she hasn't gotten a good laugh in a long time. Everyone was so serious about the end of the world it was annoying. This was a good change of pace from the grueling nights she's spent constantly killing people.

It was nice to laugh for once.

Jane frowned when she saw a zombie had found them, lurking into the alleyway. She gave a glare, preparing to throw her knife. It seemed to get the point, scurrying back out quickly. Probably not hungry enough to risk getting brutally stabbed.

"Do you know a good place to camp out during the night?" Jane asked him.