A Question Thats Been On My Mind! If Zack Is Hurt/injured Can He Heal? If Dose It Take Much Longer For

A question that’s been on my mind! If Zack is hurt/injured can he heal? If dose it take much longer for them to do so? Just curious

Ok this is an interesting one.

In my own little head cannon, Zack is able to heal like other living beings however he is still technically undead.

It takes him just as long to heal as a normal human and can consume regular food items to help that, however he cannot use any form of healing potion or golden food items like apples or carrots. Much like regular zombies using some potions have negative effects.

Sadly seems as though Zack is the only one of his kind as far as he is aware this has to be learnt the hard way, as one day he hurts himself and only wanting to help Malachite gives the lad a basic instant heath potion to heal him… it didn’t.

Luckily though it was only a weak potion but still led to Zack being bed ridden for almost a week.

I hope that clears things up a little and sorry about the time it took to reply I wanted to make a little comic as well to show the aftermath of Zack taking the potion cause….. well angst of course.    

Ever considered just ending it.

If you mean this conversation yes

♥️ BLOCKED ♥️

I was like lovingly fussing this furry demon and out of no wear she gets my toes

I don't know why u bother, you oc's are crap.

The style you draw them in is atrocious at best.

Not the mention the various styles you use are suspicious, I wouldn't be surprised if u trace all your work from other art pieces.

Either get better before you post or just stop.

First off.

I don't care if you think my oc's are bad or not. I don't make them for you. I made them for me.

Second I never claimed my art is amazing, I enjoy what I make even though I need improvement.

Third l don't trace my work, I use references to help gauge positions and proportions as well as lighting and shading.

And lastly I will post as and when I want to so 👍 thanks but no

I've eaten to much fish and chips

FUCK MY DIET IMA DIE A FAT BITCH

🖕

I wish I had the words to help, but often more then not I make things worse that way.

So I lend you my ears, they sometimes don't understand what they hear but they listen patently, no judgement or heated words.

They are by far the best thing I can give you, not perfect, but patient.

I tried with all my diminishing strength to get up from the bed of nightmares and lead my ackeing body to feed, my appetite spells puking I only added one peice then two to my bowl of soapy dish and it fell on the previously stormed dust covered floor in protest to not make me feel any better.. I left everything tipped beyond return.. my eyes streaming burning tears and the lump in my throat choking me

Of course, life pleasures must not come easy to who's already so used to sorrow, why should I be gutted when everything does not work when I lived this way my whole life, mad sad and isolated in every aspect. I didn't choose to live this way and this way it seems the only way I can function, surrounded with continuous misery and flat aspirations, not allowed anything over their extreme views, growing older and withering without having experienced any basics of life yet, on a rate one new thing to happen to me every year, and that one thing is always laughably trivial, even I know I won't care for it after gone through it.. or that's only my filter of grief shading everything.. tired of putting my heart into what pulls no other, and resulting to shallow means to have the light briefly cast over me, only to blind me with the reality of what's the world is and how I know nothing or how it continually show me that i'll never be part of it, will never to belong, and even in the empty exile where I try to leave, there's no peace or acceptance.. why could a specimen of me not fit for living continues.. everything is making me wish I was never born..