Near the library, a circle had been cleared, a wide swath around the building that was fenced off by a barrier, meant for keeping them out. Nowadays, very few ventured near. Maybe they knew they would get gunned down. Maybe they learned.
That wasn't a comforting thought.
Mort raised his hands as they came closer, showing himself defenceless and sentient. Unseen guards wouldn't be sniping him down. "Anywhere there's a big hipster population, I reckon" Mort retorted. "Though I doubt they be as dashin' as me. You think hipster zombies are any different from regular zombies? Maybe them special brand of walkers are over it, like, the whole chasin' the livin' thing."