“So,” i said with a deep breath. “I’m a zombie.”

Hank gave a nod, eyes not leaving the rising sun. “Yep. How does it feel?”

I shrugged. “I mean. I’m not sure. Not sure how long it’ll take for something like this to sink in.”

Hank laughed and slung his ravished right arm around my shoulder. “It takes some time. Took me a while. Not sure how long. You tend to lose track of time when your dead.”

“I’m going to be eating people for the rest of my life, I feel like it’s going to take me a very long time to get used to that.”

“You know what? It really isn’t that bad.”

“Ah. You don’t say.”

“No im not trying to hype it up. It’s still a human being. But you would never know that we…humans have some very good parts within us.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. It was like I’d forgotten how to think as a primary function. Was this an aspect of becoming a zombie? One with The Walking Dead?

“Trust me. It’s not so bad. You know Mr. Durbin? Our old gym teacher from Junior High? They got him but they ripped out his stomach so he can’t even eat. Be glad you’re not in his shoes…or shoe. He’s also missing a foot.”

“Ironic seeing as his main focus when we were there was running laps,” I laughed.

“Yeah, no kidding.”

Hank took a deep breath and patted my shoulder. We stayed like that for a while, watching the sun as it finished its morning routine.

“Oh! Right there! An overly confident construction worker who’s…” his eyes narrowed at the target. “Weilding a wrench. Okay, this is going to be easy. Ready for your first meal?”

“I don’t see why not.”