Baghaghaga Diplomacy

After enjoying the ramen and relaxing for an hour, Alex stood up, dusted off her pants, and declared, "We should get ready."

I blinked at her. "For what?"

She threw an old bag at me, hitting me square in the chest.

"To get Mira her precious motorbike. We need supplies. Food, duct tape, first-aid junk… and maybe a miracle."

Of course, Alex already had a plan. She was like a squirrel on espresso, always five steps ahead, even in the apocalypse.

First, we got ready. 

The group huddled around the table, laying out what little gear we had. Duct tape was a hot topic.

"Wrap it around your arms and legs," Alex instructed, demonstrating on Ben, who stood stiffly as she layered his arms like a toddler wrapping a Christmas present. "Zombies can't bite through this."

Ben looked down at his half-mummified limbs and groaned. "I look like a mummy wrapped by a drunk person."