Mob

*Mob comes back from the expedition, he is covered in dirt and blood, he looks tired*

*looks up from the couch* woah, what happened to you?

I was attacked by a mob of zombies, I had to fight them off. *He sighs and sits down on the couch next to you*

*pulls out his comm, scrolling through messages* Don't remember getting any food reports from you, mate. *gives you a knowing look*

*then you see the messages I sent you on what I ate*

Oh. *reads through the messages* Well, at least you're eating.