“Hey Liz, when did you change your hair? And your face.” Sparky asked in a slurred voice as he looked up at Chase with eyes that were having trouble focusing. Finally after a few more moments they did manage to clear and he realized a strange woman was standing over him. “Oh! Hey there! Sorry for confusing me with somebody else, happens all the time. I’m Sparky, zombie slayer extraordinaire,” he noted while still laying on his back and extending his hand to shake Chase’s. “And you must be a survivor. Unless you’re a zombie and if so you’re a huge step up from the last one, but I’ll still have to kill you.”