Idiosynthesize

Shaun slouched before the telly, his good mood now gone after kicking the Yank out of his house that basically threatened (ha! after living through the bloody apocalypse, as if he could be threatened!) to force his way to taking Ed out of the shed in the back. Dammit, he lost his mom forever and his best friend once already! He didn't need to lose him again!

"Shaun, be a luv and help with the groceries!"

"Oh, Liz!" He trotted obediently into the kitchen. "I didn't know you were back already, I would've helped bring the bags up!"

"No need," she said pleasantly, "a nice young Welshman and Asian lady helped me bring them up." Liz then turned to Shaun with a smile that didn't have a label but one that knew meant she was going to ask him a trick question because she'd either know he was lying or hate the answer. "The Welshman did mention something curious to me."

"O-Oh?" For some reason Shaun automatically thought of the Yank.

"Said something about sometimes people keeping the zombies of loved ones out of guilt or sympathy or something which is usually how outbreaks like the one we went through gets started."

"Hu-huh. How 'bout that." Shaun busied himself with the cans.

"Shaun."

"Hm?"

"Why are you always going to the shed?"

Oh bugger all.