All Of Us Are Dead
But I didn’t humor him with a response, instead I looked away.
The silence stretched after that, broken only by the soft buzzing of the overhead light.
My stomach still twisted painfully, but I forced myself to breathe through it. My gaze dropped to my hand again. The bandage was nearly black now.
Of course he noticed. He sighed. “Seriously, let me help before you pass out.”
I glared at him, clutching my hand protectively. “You come near me with your busted zombie finger, and I swear I’ll bite you.”
He chuckled softly, leaning back again. “Anything you say, Love.”