His small ears twitched a little once he heard the door open and his eyes peered up from his lap to stare at his caregiver. He hadn't been told the man's name but knew who he was through his appearance and voice, he always got excited when seeing him.

The caregiver walked over to the little zombie with a tranquillised pig that he dragged behind him in a bag, Robbie could only eat love prey so this was the best bet since only blood had to be cleaned afterwards. The Caregiver, who wore that of a white cat mask, dropped the bag and pulled out the pig for Robbie to dine on.

Once Robbie set his eyes on his dinner and pounced onto it's unconscious body and began tearing into it. The caregiver, with fading green hair, watched him with curiosity even after repeating this process for years. He was always fascinated by this little zombie and knew if he let him out of the house for even a minute he would be spotted and sent straight to a laboratory.