[ A stupid attempt of humor it may be, yet it's the kind of attempt he can appreciate in his current state, if only because it's been clear from the moment they reconvened that she gets it. The same thing had happened to her, and he's not typically the kind of person who can find relief in shared experiences. Other people don't go through what he does. Turns out zombie bites are some kind of great equalizer.
It also makes him feel a little better about his decision, rather than hoping that there would be a way to heal through the bite. Survival instinct is one hell of a drug, and him turning would have been even worse than him dying.
So where he might have with the others, he doesn't refuse her help, reaching to snap the top off the can when she picks it up. ]
Two good arms, four good legs...we can become the abomination this group needs.
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It also makes him feel a little better about his decision, rather than hoping that there would be a way to heal through the bite. Survival instinct is one hell of a drug, and him turning would have been even worse than him dying.
So where he might have with the others, he doesn't refuse her help, reaching to snap the top off the can when she picks it up. ]
Two good arms, four good legs...we can become the abomination this group needs.
[ Also a weak attempt at humor. They're coping! ]
You keep that one. I'll get another.