“Misty, did you notice the zombie’s eyes? All pale and fogged over – like Mayor Frank? I think he might have been a zombie or maybe starting to turn into one.” “Oh, good. That’s a relief.” “Good? What the heck do you mean, good?” I said, still irritated with her. “At least he wasn’t trying to kiss me.” “He was trying to bite your head off. Isn’t that worse?” Misty just shrugged.”
