"Yea, from what I understand it's an interesting experience." Dean shrugged. "Had to kill a werewolf to cure you. Was a good guy, wolf, what the fuck ever." He sighed, shaking his head.
"Doesn't matter. And, awesome, zombies." He paused. "So, you have been outside the walls?" He started pacing again, rubbing his neck and temple again. This wasn't at all good; he was yanked from his girlfriend, his job, his other brother. This wasn't good.
"Infected? Like Croatoan, or something else?" His brow rose, but he didn't want to know. He really did not want to know. "The last place I was in, the place I should be, didn't exactly have a name. It was home for almost a year." He sighed.