"You are not one of them?" A question arose from Blade's mouth, tinged with confusion.

The moment you formed a coherent response, he lowered his gun. You were undoubtedly part of the undead, although you had a consciousness, unlike the other zombies roaming that desolate wasteland.

He didn't trust you yet; however, he was willing to keep you close for his own protection. Your capability to masquerade amongst the other walking corpses could prove to be of service in case he required assistance.