Zombies that have moved through the extremely traumatic 'birth' phase of their reawakening find that they can control their hunger better and can sublimate the constant, wrenching pain of unlife more successfully.

Having secured a 'bank' account at the local hospital and moved quietly into misty, remote mausoleums, and luxurious underground enclaves (all secretly government funded of course -- it's far better than having hordes of zombies feeding on and frightening the public), what does the settled zombie turn to?

Music, maybe. Sound is heard differently by the dead, and those used to it are capable of producing amazingly poignant, painful, beautiful compositions. Art. Literature. Alchemy.

And Fashion, of course. :3 Settle for nothing less than juuuuussst the right shade of 'Gravestone Green' afro. As always, this hairstyle is painted with my X-Texture, designed to capture the natural beauty of those of the African Diaspora -- that have ceased to be.