R was about to take her up on that challenge feeling almost motivated to bother. For a zombie, it's a weird sensation, especially if it's not food related.

"Gone?" R echoed, trying to wrap his head around that. "How?"

Okay, he could at least understand the concept of "gone". So how'd it happen? Did they blow up the airport? Fire-bomb it? He thought about all the Dead there on fire and he thought he might be a little sad about M, but aside from that, there wasn't a particularly sharp pang of pain. He might need awhile for it to sink in. At least he wasn't charging out of there trying to walk home, so well done, Effie.