Finally, Red broke the silence, "So, about this power of yours….?"

"Yeah, it's good isn't it? Not sure how I lucked into it. I think everyone gets something, not all zombies are the same. 'V' over there is fast, she is strong and fast, Bobby can jump like a grasshopper, me, I got some fancy mind stuff. Probably from all the 'Star Wars' movies I watched as a kid."

"We all watched those movies." Veronica said. "You're going to do it, aren't you?"

"We're a team V, if you say 'no', I'll accept it. But I am leaning towards it, yeah."

"We listen to him first, then we decide, we don't need someone like Nancy with these powers running around."

"Yeah, but if we teach him, we might want to go after this guy ourselves, to help the living out. It might be the right thing to do."

Veronica snorted, "If you say so. I know you Jimbo. You've already made up your mind."

"No, I will listen to Red and see what he has to say before I make up my mind."

"Whatever. You good old boy rednecks are all the same."

"Hey now we don't know he's a redneck."

"Really…'Red'? That's his fucking name, 'Jimbo'! If that doesn't scream NASCAR and tractor pulls I don't know what does."

"Sorry to interrupt, but I didn't care much for NASCAR. I might have a southern accent and I might not be the fullest can in the six pack, but watching cars drive around in circles doesn't strike me as a good way to spend a Sunday."

Jimbo looked crestfallen at this statement, but Veronica smiled, "Well then, maybe Jimbo is right, we should teach you."

"I didn't know about his feelings on NASCAR. Now I am having second thoughts."

"Sure you are, you play a good game. You still want to show him." Veronica said.

"So you can teach others how to do it, how to prevent other zombies from messing in their heads?" Red asked, a little too eagerly.