*Dubaku jumps off a building and lands a little ways away from the base, completely fine, making a depression in the asphalt, he is wearing a fitted black T-shirt, tan cargo shorts, Timberland boots, and fingerless tactical gloves, tribal markings coat his upper arms, he hears zombies surrounding him* Huh? Oh, great *tendrils make their way down Dubaku's arms, his hands are mutated into two three-prong mandibles*