Probably a bit too late to be asking that question. R was closing in now, tripping over supplies in his hurry to get to Bert. A few times it looked like he'd take a spill and not get back up, R's teeth revealed in an almost confused looking snarl as he got closer and closer, like he did and didn't want to sink his teeth into Bert. About par for the course, basically. R made about as crappy a zombie as he did a human survivor.

He hoped this wasn't anyone he knew. That'd be...awkward. Try really awkward. This guy had a nice, friendly face, the kind that he didn't really want to chew off if he had a choice.

R looked Bert right in the eyes and lunged at him. It was a clumsy, picture-perfect tackle for a zombie, the textbook kind Julie's people would've written manuals about how to counter years ago. What can R say? Sometimes he didn't feel like being creative.