A child can't survive in the apocalypse without knowing how to murder. He's beyond the point of being shocked.

"Yeah, exactly like a zombie. That's pretty much precisely it. But uh, I hate to tell you something? VoidTreckers are like zombies. If you kill them? They go right back home."

He winces. "I knooow. Sucks, doesn't it?"

But, since everyone else here got crammed up with a fake family, he might as well ask. "So where's your family? Surely they got someone taking care of you. They alright with you out here ready to throw down?"