"Walkers. Zombies. They're people who die, then get up again, and walk around and eat people. Just come right up to you and take a bite out of your arm, or your ass. They ain't picky. That's what Jesus did, weren't it? Minus the eating. Of course, maybe they left that shit out of the Bible."
He didn't respond for a moment when Cesare asked if he'd cleared it, and when he finally did, it was to look over his shoulder and give him the most withering look of disgust he could possibly muster.
"Oh, should I take a vote whether or not people want Walkers breaking into their rooms and tearing their flesh off their bones? Fucking moron."