Jones definitely had a point about the gun, especially seeing how he had gotten there so late in the night. He had only gotten one bullet out of the chamber before it went back to morning once again, although that was probably for the best. He didn't need to be wasting the small amount of ammunition that he had. "You can say that again," he agreed with a short nod. He hadn't even had to fight for it, really. Everyone who had been there before him had taken what they'd wanted and there had just happened to be one last gun left for him. Sometimes life worked in his favor, even though such instances were rare.

The last thing that Harvey wanted to talk about now was the zombies; if he could have his way, he'd think about that incident as little as possible from here on out. It had all been so insane that he wanted to forget the whole thing had ever happened. And if Jones thought he was some sort of zombie expert, he had another thing coming.

"Common?" He gave a half-shrug with his good shoulder. "Everyone knows what they are, but they also know that they aren't real. I guess they're probably in a lot of the popular scary movies nowadays, but those were never really my thing." Then, his visible eye narrowed. "Why, where are you from?" Maybe zombies weren't well-known in some other countries, but Jones had definitely come across as American to him.