Chapter 26

“Huh what? That your plan worked? That we found a zombie who doesn’t heed your command, like the ones we encountered in the stadium?”

I shook my head. “No, that the breadcrumb is down there and we’re three stories up and away from it.” I turned her way. “So much for glass half full.” And so much for thinking these things through. Sort of like doing a split on stage and then realizing that there was no way to gracefully get out of it. Or that you tucked your junk and doing a split on stage hurts like a motherfucker. Okay, so maybe I’m speaking from experience here. “Plan B?” I asked.

She scratched beneath her wig before glancing my way. “Got one, but you’re not going to like it much.”

I shrugged. “I wasn’t too thrilled with Plan A either, but try me.”

She pointed to the street below. “Think landing on a few dozen of them will hurt?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Not without—”

“Never mind. In any case, we’ll kill them.”

“Technically speaking . . .”