Chapter 30

“If you say so,” said Dara. “Pronouns were never much my thing.”

I nodded and patted his back. “Sorry, Ricky. Yes, that’s correct. But can you find the spot?”

“Can you stop calling me Ricky?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, sugar. The name’s already stuck. Besides, it could be worse.”

“How, exactly?”

I didn’t have the heart (literally) to tell him that his name could be Lester. So, instead, I changed the subject. “Look, the sooner we find the spot, the sooner we get out of here. And where we’re going there are no zombies.” I pointed once more to the milling, groaning, stinking throng.

“Apart from us,” interjected Dara, pointing at the two of us.

“Right. Apart from us,” said I. “And with our makeup know-how, it’s almost impossible to tell that we’re even zombies to begin with.”

He sighed. Sort of. “Uh huh.” Then he pointed outward and slightly up. “There.”

I squinted into the distance. “Bitch can fly?”

His sigh turned groan and he looked at me skeptically. “Really?”