"You know, far as I can tell, they don't talk," he said when she initially pointed a gun at him. "Then again, who knows what sort of crazy shit has popped Up here this week." Next they'd have singing zombies. That would be his luck. "I could use a little target practice myself."
"How many of them have you seen so far?" he asked as he moved a little closer to her. Just because he was a walking tank didn't mean that he would mind a little company himself.