[It's the way he says please, as if it softens the demand, as if he has any any right to expect answers when he's just some green fuck assigned to force Snafu into change he never wanted or agreed to participate in. It's the way he leans forward and stares. He's no officer. He's not getting his answers. Snafu takes another drag on his cigarette, embers close enough to his fingers to feel the heat of them, then he flicks the smouldering butt straight at Kieren.]
Zombies're s'posed to be like rabid dogs, ain't they? Killers? Why the fuck're you so different?
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Zombies're s'posed to be like rabid dogs, ain't they? Killers? Why the fuck're you so different?