You know instantly that the woman is extremely dangerous. Despite the lack of oozy flecks of brain on her hoodie, she has the classic expression we have come to associate with the undead. The fact that she is unafraid of the dinosaur beside her also tells you that her brain is gone. Notice, too, the white purse she carries. Remember — fashion sense goes early in the conversion process. No sensible person on a quest for raw meat would wear white.
But you might miss the fellow behind her. With his sporty baseball cap, sunglasses and cheery smile, he could be any man on the street — any man deliberately following a zombie toward a raptor, that is. Sometimes you can’t tell by looks. You have to go by what your instinct tells you.
My undeadness meter is pinging right off the chart here.
