As Ty settled into one of the luxurious seats, he couldn't help but address the elephant in the room. "Why do you look scared of the idea of zombies?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.
Mattison, still looking a bit disheveled from the conversation, replied, "Well, one bite and it's all over, seems kinda cheap. And to imagine your mind rotting away, how is that not terrifying?"
Ty leaned back, pondering over Mattison's reaction. "Well, I suppose, but where I'm from there are no powers, cool weapons... We do have guns, but that just levels the playing field for everyone. Overall, no one is really special from the get-go, so the idea of zombies is very popular where I'm from for that reason, I guess."
Mattison, shaking his head slightly, seemed to be trying to understand. "Well, when you say gun, do you mean Powder Barrels?"
Ty, surprised by the question, clarified, "No, you don't call guns powder barrels, do you?"
