The zombie steals his jacket.
Boyd sighs. “I need that. You don’t. I also need my gun and knife, but you need me to not have them.”
The zombie tosses him an apple.
It- she is a tiny white girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes.
He once saw a brown zombie take three bullets and a knife to the head in order to protect a teenager. He doesn’t know if the teenager was human or zombie, but since then, he hasn’t been able to bring himself to kill any more zombies.
On the apple, he sees: ERICA.