Various sounds are heard as R walks.. or more like shuffles around the airport. Nothing new. The zombie grunts.. the sound of miserable rot. He thinks about why he feels so lost and miserable.. "Oh, right, it's because I'm dead. I shouldn't be so hard on myself. I mean, we're all dead." He thinks to himself. After a while he hears people talking. Actual alive people. He sneaks up and peaks from a corner to see what's up but he's still scared he might get shot like every other zombie would.