“Why us?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if nine out of ten people just got whatever this is and turned into zombies, why were we immune? What’s the commonality? Blood type?”
“Naw, I’m AB negative and Chuck is O pos. What are you?”
“A positive, I think. I’d have to check my driver’s license.”
“You’re still carrying that around? Why?”
“Well, so I can be identified if I die.”
“Identified by who? Ain’t no coroner coming. Ain’t no funeral home gonna send the hearse. You gonna lie there and rot.”
“All right, I just like the picture, okay? Satisfied?”
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