You must be a Zombie in order to talk to the Zombie Detectives.
Dialogue while not zombifiedEdit
- You approach a kiosk in the Pleasanton Mall with unwavering enthusiasm. These chaps sure look like a friendly bu--whooooah! Eyeball. Socket. Get it in it.
- A curdled moan escapes the half-lips of one of them as they hungrily lurch toward you. You're going to have to rack your brain if you want to find a way to talk to these fine fellows. That, or let them eat your brain; whichever is easier for you.