So, everyone gathered in the room, sitting around the table like we were about to have some kind of weird family dinner.
Except, instead of mashed potatoes and awkward small talk, we had Roarke staring us down like a drill sergeant who just found out someone stole his coffee.
"Time for some serious talk," he said, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room.
Great. Serious talk. My favorite.
He asked everyone about their experiences on how the zombie apocalypse started. I mean, come on, do we really need to relive the whole "world went to crap" story again?
But whatever. People started talking, and I zoned out halfway through.
I already know how it started, zombies, chaos, the usual end-of-the-world stuff.
Do we really need to hash it out like it's some kind of therapy session? But Roarke listened like it was the most important thing he'd ever heard.
