Chapter 69

“Not without the promise of a raucous applause or a standing ovation,” she retorted, taking our standard tip reply and one-upping it.

I groaned louder than the zombies behind me. “You’re not making this easy on me.”

“I’ll do your hair and makeup along the way.”

My groan turned ecstatic moan. “I’ll gather the troops. You go find me a pretty frock and some makeup.” I pointed to the stores behind us. “Something nautical, please.”

“Awhore there, Captain!” she replied, saluting.

“Ahoy,” I corrected her.

She shrugged and was off. “You say potato . . .”

“Let’s call the whole thing off,” I grumbled to myself, finishing the song’s refrain.

In any case, with clearly no choice in the matter, I went right as she careened left, heading in to a dense pocket of undead.

“Pick the biggest one!” she hollered back my way.