Pete was once again happily munching on his food, the discomfort from a moment before mostly forgotten as he enjoyed his first egg roll. Chow's rolls were always crispy and fresh, not to mention filling. Eating one or two usually marked the end of his meal, but he felt a little like he was cheating now. He wasn't in much of a hurry either way. Eating gave him an excuse to stay on the floor, enjoying his pillow.
"We'll wear gas masks." Pete reasoned with a shrug. "Though in metal form I don't have to breathe anyway. I can just mow through." He wasn't sure if "mowing through" would give him any kind of effective headshots, though. That was the only way to kill zombies, right? He'd also have some reservations with clobbering skulls of creatures that used to be people, but considering the scenario was highly unlikely he wasn't that worried about it. "I shudder to think of cleaning up the yard afterward though."