Damien was stunned to see a perfectly fine woman driving, and holding a big weapon at him. Still, he'd seen a little stranger in his days here in the zombie hell. "Yeah," he said, reading her reaction before smiling and continuing, "by a shit-load of mosquitoes, flies, and chiggers whenever I lay in fields. What about you, been bitten by anything recently, little lady?"

Damien did a quick Z-count, looking for any that may be getting too close. However, they seemed to be in the clear. Every zombie was at least 200 yards in most directions.