Chapter 37

“We have to make sure that the brains are eaten, the evidence destroyed,” I told him. “Otherwise, hundreds and hundreds of zombies will descend once the aroma hits them. And that we have to make sure doesn’t happen. It’ll tip her off for certain. Plus, the guards have to come back before she realizes they’re missing. And we have to sneak in while they’re gone.”

He nodded. “Right.”

“And what if the brains don’t work? What if they really do need to be fresh?”

“Backup plan?”

I looked his way. “Which is?”

He looked my way. “Beats me. I just barely came up with the one we came up with.” He looked ahead, to the nightclub cast in moonglow, to the guards who were nothing more than ominous shadows now. “In any case, we at least have to try.”