[Serious nod. Ms. Zombie, USA. That could definitely be a thing. She'd win it hands down where he came from - few of the female zombies he's ever seen have been much to look at.
She asks another question, though, and he shrugs. R does a lot of shrugging. He could be thirty, or more. He doesn't know. He could be younger than her. Years pass in much the same way as months, weeks, days... time doesn't matter to you so much when you're dead.]
Don't know. Dead don't.. age. [And his appearance is no true indicator of how long he's been dead, either. He thinks it's some kind of indication of how fiercely he clings on to some twisted version of hope.] Could be.. older than you. Or... [Another shrug.]
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[Serious nod. Ms. Zombie, USA. That could definitely be a thing. She'd win it hands down where he came from - few of the female zombies he's ever seen have been much to look at.
She asks another question, though, and he shrugs. R does a lot of shrugging. He could be thirty, or more. He doesn't know. He could be younger than her. Years pass in much the same way as months, weeks, days... time doesn't matter to you so much when you're dead.]
Don't know. Dead don't.. age. [And his appearance is no true indicator of how long he's been dead, either. He thinks it's some kind of indication of how fiercely he clings on to some twisted version of hope.] Could be.. older than you. Or... [Another shrug.]
Don't remember.