"If a walker scratches you, or bites you, you get a nasty ass fever that burns you up til you die and turn," Louis shrugs. "But we die, we turn. Unless someone destroyed your brain beforehand. It's...uh considered a common courtesy, doing that."

Leaving someone to turn is just about the worst thing you can do to a person. It's condemning them to a not-life-not-death existence. He grimaces at that comment.

"Yeah, thanks for that dazzling mental image. I'm keeping that one in my memory scrapbook to cherish forever."

This is bizarre. So so bizarre.

"And living people are...okay with it? I mean, just...brains to order? Where do they even come from?"