"It'll be okay because pretty soon she'll be alive again," Tanya said, trying to help him to his feet so he could sit on the bed. His continued conviction that Sharley just wasn't supposed to die was quite childlike, and that more than anything made her realize that, technically, he was only four. He might have seen and done a hell of a lot in his life, but in some ways--some kids of sheer life experience--he just didn't understand, and couldn't.
"Now who is 'he'?" she added, figuring it best to keep him talking for now, while the zombies took care of all they could. A few more had joined Arlene and her silent companion--Sarah among them, carefully working the matted knots out of Sharley's blue hair with a combination of comb and soapy water. A century or so ago on Earth this had been a common enough practice--family caring for the dead, though in those cases it was to ready them for burial rather than resurrection. Nobody would want to come back to life as disgusting as they'd been when they died, after all.