they're trying to be us.
o way. some germ or some devil got them things up and walkin'. but there's a big difference between them and us. they're dead!
dunno. it's my first trip. never had to use `em before.
what happened to him? pretty boy turns, poking her finger through a bullet hole encrusted with year-old blood in the chest of her jacket.
luck?
do those things really work?
nice shootin'.
no. i'm dead. you get bit by one f those things and you become what they are.