“I told you, dude.”
“Shut up, Grant.” I paced around the library, trying to figure out what to do. “I’m trying to figure out what to do.”
“Cleaning up your f*****g yard should be pretty high on that list.” Grant made an exaggerated gagging noise. “Probably at the top.”
“Not about that.” I hadn’t even thought about that yet. “I’m trying to figure out how to tell Vic.”
“You say, ‘Hey, Vic, your mom’s a f*****g zombie, and that means I’m probably going to be a zombie too.’”
“Zombies only eat brains.” That was right, wasn’t it? Just brains?
“Then you say, ‘Hey, Vic, your mom’s a cannibal, and she’s gonna need a new dress.’”
“God.” I dropped onto the couch and rubbed at my eyes. “This is a nightmare.”
“It’s something, all right.” We’d found Jonathan locked away in the room, and now he s
