He couldn't blame her. Part of him wanted that to be the case. Maybe he caught a bullet and was actually laying in the hospital in a bad way. But it felt.. like it was a naive thought, better suited for a youth Raylan had long since past. He wasn't that lucky.

"...Like.. Dawn of the Dead? Some.. Romero film?" It had to be sensitive, if it was true. He almost hated the fact that the question was there; she wasn't lying, he could tell that much, but the reasonable reality he'd been living in didn't have a lot of room for that kind of disaster.

It was closer to something he could believe could happen then Magic, so Ellie was already ahead. The house was momentarily forgotten - he wanted to fully understand this first before he went back to pretending like none of it mattered; like it had no bearing on him because of the world he came from. Couldn't happen there... Right?