Warm bodies (Warm Bodies) (№ 352030)

Oh, My God. These guys are called Skeletons. We don't really bother. Skeletons devour those who have heart beats. I also guzzle, but I'm not happy. Sooner or later we all will be. At some point you just give up, lose hope, and then there is no way back.
I do not want to. I'm lonely. Lost. I was lost in the truest sense: I've never been to this part of the airport.
I wonder: these guys are lost, too. They wander here without meaning and purpose? They feel trapped? Want something more? Am I the only one?