Walkers. It was both comical and ominous in name. Momentarily, he pictured the walkers old people used, before the reality of the idea set in. The undead were mobile, obviously, but it implied some kind of ambulatory motion that was more than just dragging a rotting corpse around and moaning at locked doors. It implied action, active movement, which was perhaps the next scariest thing after thought.

God, they better not think, too.

"Look," Newt jabbed a finger at him, unable to avoid rising to anger in response, foolhardy as it probably was. "I ain't--" the word wasn't meant to mock Daryl's accent at all, but slipped in paralleling his argument before he corrected himself with, "I'm NOT a Kaiju, either--but I sure as hell turn into one, because this place has a SICK sense of humor, so DON'T DON'T treat it like it's an impossibility just because you're not ACTUALLY dead! It was a VALID question!"