The Moment That Wasn't

The crackling fire, the distant chatter of the group, the cool night air—it all faded into the background. My brain short-circuited. This was it.

I just had to say it.

I just…

I—

My heart pounded so hard I swore Elliot could hear it. My fingers clenched the fabric of my jeans, steadying myself. I took a deep breath, ready to push the words past the lump in my throat.

This was the moment.

No going back now.

I opened my mouth—

"Wait," Elliot suddenly said, his brows furrowing like he'd just stumbled upon the most pressing question of all time. "Do zombies pee?"

I blinked.

What?

The entire group froze. The fire crackled. Somewhere in the distance, a lone zombie let out a groan, as if even the undead themselves were offended by the sheer stupidity of the question.

Clara choked on her drink, sputtering loudly. Max nearly dropped his can, his face turning a shade of red that could rival a stop sign.