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Rich had, as a point of fact, never actually liked zombie movies. He'd seen a hell of a lot of them, as his girl did like them. Loved them, in fact. He'd tolerated them for her sake, had sat through quite a few in order to to get closer to her. He'd done quite a bit of things towards that end, in fact. She'd done the same, that's how things work. That's how relationships work.
He'd put up with a lot for her.
There was no way in hell he believed she was dead. He didn't care what Bill said had happened to Purgatory. Vaporised or not, there was no way he believed that Aphrodite was dead. Girls like her didn't just -die-. Girls like her were survivors. She was special, she was beautiful and she was -his-.
However, he could not say the same for the rotting bits of corpse meandering down the main drag. As previously stated, Rich? Had never liked zombie movies. And, honestly, he had never seen himself in a supporting role in one. The end of the world is bringing a ton of surprises to his life.
He doesn't appreciate any of them.