75 Days
My other hand reaches out and my fingers close around his throat.
"You're dead," I say, releasing him. "You have to rely on more than just your hands, or else you'll get yourself killed. Then Lucy won't have anyone to watch out for her. I'll start by showing you a better way to keep a zombie at arm's length. One that doesn't involve putting your hands near its disgusting mouth. When we're done, you'll be better equipped to take care of not only yourself, but those around you."
He sighs. "Alright. Let's get started."
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