Ah-- yeah. I can't deny that. Former cripple, here, still trying to get back. Even in my prime I think you'd kick my ass with your pinky.

[Hiking and camping and the occasional hockey tournament was the most exertion Eugene had ever given voluntarily. The zombie apocalypse had improved his cardio for a time, but without a leg for near on two years, that went pretty fast.]

But... Nah, we really aren't as kinky as people might like to think we are. ...Speaking of things to discuss between friends, though. Would you mind sort of, I mean, unless they already planned for one with that infamous zombie invasion prior to our arrival, helping us develop a cohesive plan in case that happens again?