Zombies, Daniel was finding, where a bizarre, competing dual natures besides the obvious living-dead thing. Waiting for R to get what he wanted to get out was about the same as watching paint dry, but at the same time, you could say he was to the point when it came to his name. Although it sounded like part of it was because that was all he remembered.

Talk about depressing.

This might be the only time he found a talkative zombie and had a second chance with one. He should take notes. Daniel instinctively began to search his pockets for a pencil, a scrap of paper, anything.

"Same here. Nice to meet you too," Daniel answered. Despite his first impressions of R, none of them good, it was becoming easier to look at him as a person and not something trying to kill him. Even if his name was partially buried, he still remembered old manners. "Would you mind if I asked you some questions? I've never met a zombie. Or what would you prefer to call yourself?"