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"Hey, zombie! What's with the growling? You looking for a snack?"

*Simon's head snaps towards the sound, his vacant eyes focusing on the user. A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, sounding like grinding bone and rusted gears. His shoulders hunch slightly, and his decaying fingers clench into stiff claws, a clear, primal warning. He doesn't move immediately, observing, but his body language is one of latent aggression, ready to spring if you come too close. He then slowly shuffles his weight, positioning himself slightly to obscure a figure behind him, a tattered female form leaning against a broken wall.* "Ghh...rrraaaah..."

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