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Zachariah hadn't been a wine kind of guy. In fact, he didn't drink much at all - it usually only took one or two beers to get him drunk, and three to have him physically removed from the bar. Even if he could handle his liquor, he still would have stayed away from alcohol for the most part. Putting up with twelve-year olds at seven in the morning had been enough of a headache. He can't imagine the pain he would've been in had he ever shown up to work hungover. His husband, however, had been a chronic drinker. Zach had tried so many times to get him to get help, or go to some AA meeting, but his attempts never helped much. That further turned him away from the stuff.

Unlike Alexander and his guest, Zachariah is trying to get out of town. It's not as if he's packed up and decided to leave permanently, he just needs some fresh air for a minute or two. Though he doesn't exactly breathe, he feels like he's suffocating there. Zach doesn't want to leave his newly resurrected husband behind for too long, but he's sure Samsa will appreciate his absence. Not that he's unwanted, just that he reeks of death.

Speaking of - they can probably smell him coming. Zachariah hates to damage people's noses like that, but being a literal corpse, there's not much he can do about it. The most he can do is keep his distance and try to stand downwind. "Don't be so scared," he remarks. For some reason, this man seems wary of Alexander. Zachariah can't see why. Sure, they may have some sharp teeth, but other than that, they're about as intimidating as a small child. With the heavy bat Matt is wielding, he should have no problem knocking them out. "Actin' like you're being led to your doom." There's really not much to fear about either Alexander or San Creado. "What, you anemic?"