The sound of moaning came from two of the walking corpses that have been here long before the arrival of visitors. Their bodies create a disgusting sound with each step, empty streets carrying their saddening tunes. These things are no longer humans, no intelligence could come from such creatures. They played a role in threatening many of the new inhabitants, and so very many could topple even a tyrant. It is dangerous in this world, foreign and dangerous for anyone weak.
Image of the monsters fades into black, their bodies then destroyed in an instant. Panning over to the side are two objects which appear to be a child's everyday toy returning to young boy. He stood tall, victorious over that of the threats walking about, however, signing all at the same time. This was no victory to hold over hi head nor was it a time for cheer. Weaklings and insanity is all that surrounds him.
"There doesn't seem to be anyone around that isn't a crackpot or monster. I've yet to see anyone normal. I'll find my way out of this dump and return to everyone." Normal is an understatement. No sign of friends or family to speak of. Those he approached from afar usually ended up being a coward that wouldn't last long and weirdo that fits right in this world.