[The Dead don't really look out for each other. Not like the Living do. They move into the city in groups because it's safer, because a lone zombie is an easy target, but not because they care about each other. Things had been changing, in a slow and strange way, when he had left the airport with Julie... but there had been too much confusion to really pin it down.]
I like that. [He says, with a short and surprisingly co-ordinated nod.] I'd.. like to help.
[And yet.. he isn't sure how much it would be permitted. Perhaps this woman doesn't recognise him for what he is, but others would.]
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I like that. [He says, with a short and surprisingly co-ordinated nod.] I'd.. like to help.
[And yet.. he isn't sure how much it would be permitted. Perhaps this woman doesn't recognise him for what he is, but others would.]