[Why, indeed. R thinks briefly about his adopted children, presumably still back at the airport and probably not wondering about where he is. Kids who end up as zombies will never age, will never be able to operate on the same level as adults no matter how keenly they try to learn, but he knows that any Living person would gun them down as quickly as they would one of the adult Dead.
His thoughts wander far off track before he realises they've become mostly irrelevant, and he abruptly pulls himself back to the topic at hand.]
'Paradise'? [He murmurs. Doesn't sound much like paradise.] M... maybe... they were a m-mistake.
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His thoughts wander far off track before he realises they've become mostly irrelevant, and he abruptly pulls himself back to the topic at hand.]
'Paradise'? [He murmurs. Doesn't sound much like paradise.] M... maybe... they were a m-mistake.