Roy was biting his lip and squinting with one eye. It was his thinking look.

However, since having his throat torn out, he no longer felt pain, so it wasn't until his teeth were squeaking against one another that he noticed he'd severed a little chunk of his lip.

He spat it out and put a finger on the moist divot. Well, shit, he thought. "Okay, this is what we do," he said to no one in particular. "Listen up." He turned back to the group. "Hey, what the... stop that!" The zombies had taken advantage of Roy's contemplative moment to tear into another kid. They were eviscerating a 13-year-old boy, ripping open his midsection and barbarically shoving sections of intestine and tissue into their mouths.

"Stop! Cut it out. You're eating our bargaining chips!" Roy shouted, grabbing the backs of collars, and pulling the zombies away. The boy on the ground was already gone, a quickly expanding pool of blood seeping into the tall grass. Then he opened his eyes. He craned his neck up, looking down at his ruined body and went into a flopping panic. With his limbs still bound, he couldn't tend to his wound, instead, ended up on his side, watching what remained of his guts spill out.

His eyes were as big as dinner plates as he writhed and squirmed on the ground.

Roy unholstered his gun and put a bullet between the dinner plates. The boy's rigid body went slack.

"Well, now it's ruined. We can't eat that. He turned into a zombie," Billy said.

"Curb your goddamn appetites for one goddamn second! We need to get Jane!"

Billy squinted, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. "But Roy," he began. "Why do we need that Jane girl if we've got food right here?"

"Because, if it wasn't for her, we'd still be back at the compound and you'd still be with your wife rather than worrying about her fucking Botox giving you a tummy ache. Jane started this whole thing. We'd be alive if it wasn't for her!"

"My wife didn't have Botox," Billy said, uneasily, looking at the other zombies.

"She was 47 and her face looked like a fucking wad of Silly Putty—but that's not the point. If it hadn't been for Jane, you wouldn't have had to eat your own goddamn wife's unnaturally smooth face. That is the point."

"That's true..." Billy said. "But the Bible says..."

"Billy, you are currently chewing on the remnants of one of the two children you just consumed... I think we're a little out of the realm of Bible citations at the moment. Now, it's been way over a minute, and we need to get another kid out there to show those assholes that we're serious. And Billy, you just volunteered."