“Bloody zombies don’t appreciate my showmanship at all.”
The roaring crowds and endless adoration drove Cassius to great feats in the fighting pits. His victory against the Seven Hounds (men who wore dog masks and fought with pack tactics) is still spoken of with great enthusiasm by those survivors who witnessed the day. Yet, he finds his talents somewhat wasted these days. Gone are the crowds, replaced by shambling hordes. There’s still plenty of battle and blood, of course, but zombies don’t cheer, and they certainly don’t throw roses. Cassius wants nothing more than to eradicate them all, so he can get back to his proper place in the arena.