Rimau looked back at the corpse again, with a look of danger on his face. He had to do something. Just to be on the safe side. Not that he couldn't handle a single zombie, but it'd be far more convenient to deal with it before it got to its feet.

"...Better safe than sorry, y'know."

Having verbally established that, he walked back over to the corpse, removed his machete from his belt and proceeded to stab the dead robber in the skull, destroying the brain inside. At the very least, he'd heard that a zombie with no brain was just a shuffling moron.

"Sorry 'bout that..." He stated apologetically, as he strenuously withdrew the giant knife from the man's head, allowing out-of-date blood to spew out in places. "...'Bout those Pyramid rocks..." 

He paused once again to grunt as he finally removed the knife, having had to acquire support by placing one foot on the man's neck. He coughed, cleaning the blade on the man's clothes. He doubted that he'd take them with him to whatever afterlife he believed in.

"...I kinda meant I heard o' Pyramid rocks before. One o' those ol' bits o' junk left lyin' around by ancient civilisations or somethin'. Eroded an' whatnot."

The old lizard scratched the back of his neck before finally setting himself back on course in a very nonchalant fashion, acting as if he hadn't just stabbed a dead guy in the head. No vomit or nothing.

"...S'pose I could jus' be imaginin' things, though. Anyways, I reckon we're gettin' close t'the base o' the mountains. Those dumbasses are probably in the valley. If they can't move a frickin' golden mask up walls, I doubt they're the outdoorsy kind."