"Then yes, you may have a body when I'm done." She replies, satisfied. She looks back over the collected corpses on the bus. With a load this big one of them was bound to have, if not no family, at least no one willing to pay for a funeral. There was a whole side job some of her colleagues ran with bodies like that, selling them to ghouls. Sometimes they hadn't even done any investigation before carting them out to the Dead Zone, the lazy bastards. "But next time you see a Walker with a toe tag, at least check that it's not one of mine first."