Listening? Listening's good. R could feel Aunamee's hesitation hanging in the air and he feels his own doubt doing funny things to his body. It's been awhile. Now that he's had friends and he's betrayed and he's...connected in ways that don't involve eating the brain, he finds the world's a lot more messy than he thought. R stares up at Aunamee's shadow above him, misunderstanding the question as he focuses toward that purr that seems to smooth away the doubts the longer he listens.

It's not the voice of a killer.

"Only...Dead...here," R groans, confused. Who else would he come with? Zombies usually travel in packs.