The End of the World Tastes Like Ramen

After taking some deep breaths (and aggressively shoving my hormonal panic into a mental dumpster), I finally clawed back control of my sanity. Only to immediately lose it again.

Two zombies and five humans were arguing over how to cook ramen.

Elliot waved a dented pot like a conductor's baton. "You have to crack an egg into the broth while it's boiling! It's science!"

Alex rolled her eyes. "Tactical cooking only. Boil the noodles, drain the water, then add the seasoning. Prevents soggy mush."

Lila hip-checked her away from the stove. "Y'all are animals. Real ramen needs butter and a splash of sweet tea. Southern fusion, baby."

Ben timidly raised a spice jar. "S-Sorry, but what if we… um… toast the noodles first? For extra crunch? And add chili oil? A-And maybe—"

"NO," everyone shouted.