“Kiya—”
“Great, now I’m trapped in my car and it’s getting hot because I had to roll up the windows. That or I’m already getting feverish from the zombie virus.”
“Kiya!” Peter said loudly, making my head hurt worse.
“What?” I snapped, somewhat crankily, to be true, but I felt a certain amount of crankiness was justified after a zombie attack.
“Be quiet a minute and let me speak. First of all, there is no such thing as a zombie virus.”
I had puffed myself up at the way he had told me to more or less shut up, but at his words, my outraged deflated. “There isn’t?”
“No.”
“But there are zombies.”
“In a manner of speaking, yes. They are called revenants, though, and they are not the monsters made popular by mortals. Most revenants are perfectly normal, and you’d be hard put to tell them
