"Never seen a zombie outside of a cult classic," Lafayette admits. "Though I ain't sure there much of a damn fundamental difference." Maybe he's admitting his bias. He knows he shouldn't be so judgmental and shit, knows that his cousin Tara is a vampire. 'Cause he helped make her one, 'Cause he just couldn't let go. He doesn't even regret it. He knows Jessica Hamby, she ain't totally bad.

He also knows Eric, and Bill and motherfucking Pam, and those are lessons he's not going to forget anytime soon, either.

Lafayette scrubs at the tension behind his eyes.

"Might as well get myself more familiar wif' the pistol. Can't hide a shotgun in your coat. That why you so good? Zombies?"