Her fellow zombie didn't react to the wake-up slap on his cheek, his eyes on her like he could barely see her, mouth hanging open. How to tell her he'd been just getting his lurching on and she'd interrupted him and he was this close to finally getting a bite to eat? R had to strain something remembering how to speak.

"Don't...know. Can't...ffeeel legss," R slurred. He shrugged, unworried. "Hungry."

Maybe R was being a whiner right now and that was uncool, but he couldn't help complaining to one of the few people who understood what being Dead was like. He swayed there trying to focus on those bright yellow eyes, the dagger-sharp fangs on Karis.