There was a knock on the door, and a female voice called out, sweet as syrup, "Can we come inside? We're fellow survivors, just like you!"
Alex snapped forward, crowbar glinting. "No. We know something's wrong. Why did we just hear BAGAGHAGHAGA from you guys? And why did one of you lick the f*cking wall?"
Did he just say he likes me? My fingers dug into the broom handle. I mean, I kinda knew, but still… why now? Love's a scam. A biological trap. Stop thinking about his stupid face. Focus. Zombies. Danger. Not… not his voice saying 'I like you.' Why is my face hot? STOP IT, BRAIN.
Outside, hushed bickering erupted. "—told you to control your impulses!"
A male voice replied, sheepish. "But I really, really wanted to get it out. Ahh, sorry! Let's say we were laughing at a joke and there was peanut butter on the wall."
