Chapter 39

He reached across the gap that divided us, grabbed my arm and gave it a squeeze. “We can’t turn my wife without you. Besides, that’s not why I’m coming back for you.”

“You don’t even know me, Ricky.”

He smiled. “And, yet, you’re all I have.”

I smiled. “Poor you.”

He shrugged as Blondella’s guards at last made it our way. They were no mere zombies. They were like us: thinking, feeling. After all, Blondella knew about the salt, so it wasn’t too difficult to turn one of them. “Yeah, poor me. But it could be worse.” Barely, but true.

“Just be careful then. And don’t trust anyone but Dara.”

He nodded as the guards kicked the fallen zombies out of their way before reaching us. Though stiff, like us, they could think and reason and plan. Meaning, eventually they managed to right us, holding us in place until Blondella had time to make her way down to the dance floor.