"No! None of the zombies are dead. They are stuck. I can't reap them, I can't kill them. Your cure works. Simon. Where the fuck is it?"
George pulled Simon completely from his body. Since it wasn't his time, he wouldn't be wandering anywhere. George glared at the first cured zombie.
"Hey! You! Help me get this guy out of the hall."
"Where am I? ..Is he dead?"
"No. He's going to save The City. We just need to fix him first. Okay? Fuck. Get over here."
George shamed the non-zombie into helping her drag Simon's limp undead body. She had no idea where she was going, just that she wanted to get the recently cured and the cure somewhere safe.