Chapter Twenty-Four
Charlie
Looking at those monitors and seeing the zombies everywhere, I knew I didn’t want Ty anywhere near it.
“Hey,” I told him. “You stay here with Mojo. I’ve got this.”
He shot me a disbelieving look. “Really? No way. Not with fifty of those things in the kitchen and another fifteen around the infirmary.”
I tried making my voice light. “Yeah, but these zombies are like one hundred years old. They weren’t in great shape even before they were infected. I’ll just slip into the kitchen, fill up some boxes just like we did at the diner, and then take off. Then I’ll go back and handle the infirmary.” Even as I said it, though, I knew it sounded like a fairytale.
Ty knew it too. The kid wasn’t stupid. “I’m going with you. Mojo can stay here. With both of us, it’ll go
