But usually when he's under the weather he just sleeps a lot. And whatever is wrong with him this time, it's robbed him of that. He's spent the past two or three days laying on his bed in his dorm, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He hasn't eaten the whole time, but finds he's not hungry. This morning he finally decided maybe it was time to go and talk to somebody about it, and was alarmed to see that his skin had taken on a peculiar greenish hue. Oh boy. This can't be good. Well, at least chances are that this school nurse won't make him try any weird potions.
Nothing could have prepared him for the news that he's been stricken with Zombie. ...How the hell does that even work? Unfortunately, it seems the usual means of ridding people of the effects of these strange ailments that seem to be affecting most of the student body at the moment aren't working. So he's advised to just stick it out--the malady won't hurt him, he's told--the effects should wear off on their own eventually.
But now he's left with a simple quandary: he's a zombie. And he's hardly been acting the part. Anyone passing through the lobby today might notice a very ill-looking Junpei shambling about, practicing making groaning noises that may or may not sound rather like 'braaaaains'. Don't worry, though, he's not unreasonable. I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes...]
[sorry i fell off the face, guys. TT^TT work is really lame.]