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"I trust him" Jack started, watching Singe's face turn to that of an annoyed one, "I don't think he's like that. I believe he's a good guy. Not the bad one you think he is just because he is a zombie. You should try talking to him." Jack waited for a response. With nothing but annoyance and confusion written on Singe's face, Jack sighed. He didn't know if she'd ever even let Jack show her how good of a guy Mark is. She just had that view of him, set in stone and incapable of movement, like Excalibur. It's like she thought of all zombies to just be one. Like none of them can be different, none better or worse, just mean and viscous monsters that eat people's brains. "Trust isn't enough" Singe said at last. Jack felt like giving up, but doing so also felt like he'd be giving up on a potential friendship between Singe and Mark. He wanted them to be able to be friends. He just had to think of some way to make it work. "If he didn't want to be my friend he wouldn't have told me