"Yeah, that seems the common thought. I don't blame them but it's stupid, and most of the city isn't terrible about it since none of us have ended up dead yet." They had reason to be afraid, after all, even if the fear was unfounded. Shaun shrugged.
Death was an inevitable fact of life and if the zombies didn't kill him something else would. That he knew and had accepted his whole life since he was about five years old. He just worried about what his death would do to Georgia, they always thought Shaun would die first and he'd been sorry for the fact. Then she went and got herself dead instead.
He brushed away the thoughts. "Yeah, anyway." He looked around at the cows casually, shivered and shook his head. "Uh, my name is Shaun... Mason," he said after the fact. "And I guess I'll see you around... ?" fishing for a name.