Short tag is short
Was he okay? Graham scoffed and shook his head, letting his eyes fall closed again, "fine.. I'm fine." He still only had one fucking shoe, but he was fine. Right? Right.
"There's..." He opened his eyes again to look back up toward the sky, his brows furrowing some, "there's a walker, over here, though." It was still aimlessly grabbing up toward him on the other side of the dumpster.
Swallowing hard, he brought his hand back up and across his chest to touch his shoulder again, "I'd try and distract it for you... But I think I'm dead, actually. And I only have one..fucking shoe," he chuckled softly and gave another shake of his head, before sighing.
Yes. He should just let the zombie eat him. Maybe the person who had just asked him if he was okay would come help push him off the dumpster so the zombie wouldn't have to keep struggling to reach him.
"And I think my arm's asleep...or maybe it's dead too. Everything is dead."