CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE PLAN
Again we amassed in the kitchen, all of us standing around our newly elected, recently risen goddess—odd as that sounded, it didn’t even crack the top ten list for that week. “So how is this going to work?” asked Steve. “Your friend here can barely get a few words out, let alone a whole list of commands.”
I smiled and lifted up my phone. “There’s an app for that.”
Blondella coughed. “There’s an app for a surprise zombie attack?”
I nodded, then typed a short sentence out, then hit play. “Follow your leader,” the phone proclaimed, about as flatly as Creature could say it, though with considerably less effort.
“Amazing,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied. “I like to think so.”
“Not you,” she sniped. “Amazing that you have enough brain cells left to even find the
