CHAPTER 75
~Garth's Point Of View~
It's funny how Lucas is rambling on about his talking zombie when we've got some mutant zombie lurking somewhere in the woods with a horde.
"Yeah," I tell him, keeping my voice soft and careful not to rouse the others. "I believe you."
Lucas blinks at me like he didn't expect that.
I nod toward the rest of the group. "Now go on, kid. Get some sleep. Join the others."
He stares at me a second longer, like he doesn't quite trust the sudden softness in my tone. Then he nods. "Okay."
He curls up near the others, tucking himself tight like a kitten trying not to take up too much space. He doesn't look back.