If they ever turn, let them chase me for a while. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be chased by zombie cheerleaders.
S’up?” he asks. My voice rattles when I answer. “N-not much. You know, reanimated corpses chasing me on a cruise ship. Same old.
If I can face a street full of rabid zombies, I can tell a boy I like him. Right?
Thank you, Deke. You are very good to me.” “I know,” he smirks. “Can I get back in your bed now?
That's it. New rule: no more flirting during the zombie apocalypse
