Her suggestions pulled an honest laugh out of him. The thought of him sitting down to learn about art, mostly. Especially now, in a world overrun with zombies. Maybe if the world had been infected by academic snobs, that could be considered a survival skill. "Heh, is that how it is with you? Guy helps you out, you give him fucking homework? Thanks, but that's not really my thing, you know?"
Marcus stooped down to clip the weight on the back, taking a guess at what a third of her weight would be. "How much you weigh? Ninety pounds? I put you on thirty-five. Try that. Work up to three sets of fifteen, every couple of days. When you're doing your full weight, that means you can pull your own fine ass up over a fence without any help from pendejos. Enough upper body strength to do that and speed is all you need to not get bitten, baby. By dead assholes or live ones like me."