"Then why do you look like a zombie?" Rose asked. "It's not Halloween yet." She avoided to look Ash in the face. The shot made her jump up a little. She was so scared, and she didn't expect a zombie to shoot a gun either. 

She sat down against the wall where she sat down earlier and closed her eyes for a moment, just to take in everything that had just happened. 

"I suppose I can't borrow your gun to shoot myself in the head?" Rose asked the zombie. She opened her eyes to look at the wound on her arm. It looked nastier than she expected and she had lost a lot of blood. She was sure she could see some bone too. If she didn't do anything about it, the wound would become infected. But she was going to die anyway, so she decided not to do anything about the wound. 

"If you're not a zombie. Then what are you?" Rose asked looking away from her wound, back to the talking zombie.