[ Boa tries to imagine Eddie's face knowing that he's saying these things, but he can't. Even when he tries as hard as he possibly can, he can't conjure Eddie's face up at all. All he can see is the corpse. Every part of it that has been spotted by a zombie is going through his head, not assembling to a full image of his friend at all. ]

I don't care, I'll-- I'll kill them. They don't... they don't deserve to get out of here with us... I'll... they won't touch him again! They won't!!

[ The rant is continuously punctuated by sobs and gasps for air. Sorry Lance, your shirt is getting very wet. ]