"Is it a bad time to admit that I used to wish for a zombie apocalypse?" Xavier murmured.
Three pairs of eyes shot him down while he held onto the door knob of the control room. He was guarding it with his life while Zera was trying to think of something.
They were currently trapped inside the control room. Zombies currently infested the playground.
The Draco was heard no more. Zera could only hope it escaped together with its younglings. Whatever may have happened after their feast, Zera still wished them well.
It was the first out of the many creatures who didn't try to eat or kill them in an instant.
"You're not dumb, are you?" Trink stated. She rolled her eyes at Xavier.
For once, Zera wished she was the one who roasted Xavier. But she snickered all the same.
