Ravi thought Richie was joking about the psychic thing; the only thing separating Richie and a torrent of scientific questioning was that one little fact.
"Well, not long for me, barely a few months. But my friend and morgue assistant, Liv, she's been one for years. And my best friend, Major, he's off and on. Off, now. Liv changed first, and that's when I started developing a cure. I had one, too, but some absolute twat stole it." He snorted with derision. Blaine.
"As long as a zombie has brains, they're relatively normal. Pale and white hair, obviously, and they'll have personality changes to match whoever they've eaten recently. And the memories. But none of the shambling and murdering, unless they're hungry or influenced. There's an energy drink where I'm from, it can set a zombie off."