In a moment of respite, we sought an unknown location to rest, hoping for a brief reprieve from the tensions that surrounded us. However, our tranquility was abruptly shattered when the right hand zombies – the ones we had cleverly manipulated into conflict – found us once more. Our initial instinct was alarm, but what followed defied our expectations.
As the right hand zombies approached, their demeanor was astonishingly friendly, a stark contrast to their previous aggression. They gestured as if we were old companions, signing their greetings as our "friend zombies."
Confusion was evident on our faces as we struggled to understand the sudden change. "Why are they acting like our friends now?" I wondered aloud, taken aback by their unanticipated behavior.
"Their intentions seem to have shifted," the Doctor mused, observing the interaction. "Perhaps they seek assistance or cooperation of some sort."