You know what? No. Don't answer that question because I don't really want to think about it.
Yeah, you're probably right. If I were turned into a zombie, I'd much rather have someone shoot my head off rather than shuffle around half decayed with my jaw falling off.
...then again, I'd be a zombie, so maybe I wouldn't care? These guys don't seem to care.
And that's kind of the point. These were people once, with names and lives and, fuck I don't know, probably families and shit. The me in the dreams doesn't have a chance to think about this, but I do and its fucking with me.