Fact: Zombies have no circulation, hence no warmth. Plus, birds kick out the dud eggs. So Amelius doesn't want to have to break his lil unbeating zombie heart...so what is she to do now? Tell him that if there was a miniscule chance that the egg was alive, he'd have just frozen it with his hands? ^_^ This storyline (and the egg itself) was inspired by two things: a twisted dream I had, and a cover by The Cars of a song called "Little Black Egg" by a band called Nightcrawlers. It's a song about some kid finding a "little black egg with the little white specks" and the fact that he's not gonna let any of his friends look at it, 'cuz it's his.