It's an embarrassing thing to admit, but Major is right and he could probably bench-press Ravi with the sort of ease that he doesn't plan to think about too intensely, because then he'll just start to feel woefully inadequate about being able to do the same. "I'm six foot four, but the hair makes it six-five," he boasts, fluffing up his hair a little because he needs to make sure everyone understands how attractive his hair is.

This is very important to him.

"I never meant that it was going to be an actual zombie plague," he clarifies. "I thought maybe it would be a super-flu or some other mutated virus that would spread and I thought it was safe to put plans into place. The CDC assumed I was paranoid."