“Thank you, Deke. You are very good to me.” “I know,” he smirks. “Can I get back in your bed now?”

“That's it. New rule: no more flirting during the zombie apocalypse”

“You can take that needle out of my leg now. I'd like to pull up my pants.”

“Thank you, Deke. You are very good to me.” “I know,” he smirks. “Can I get back in your bed now?”

“S’up?” he asks. My voice rattles when I answer. “N-not much. You know, reanimated corpses chasing me on a cruise ship. Same old.”

“If they ever turn, let them chase me for a while. It’s always been afantasy of mine to be chased by zombie cheerleaders.”