Roy was under a tree all alone sitting down with his legs close to his face. Holding his legs in front of his face with tears running down his face. He was crying trying to hide his face form anyone that would walk by. His zombies would still be on the bench hunched over and waiting to be controlled.

He could not explain why his zombies were not listening to him. And if he was afraid that if he used his powers in real life that people could be injured or worse.