Freya
Orson and I were in the pack house, watching a movie and stuffing our faces with popcorn, laughing heartily and trying to feed each other while our faces were still glued to the screen.
“Do you think she’s going to survive? When the zombies attack, there’s no way she can run with the children.” I muttered and he shook his head.
“I think she should give the children up then run, that way the zombies will be too busy with the kids.” He replied and I gasped in shock.
“Are you serious? You want her to give up the children…”
“She has to, at least for a member of the family, to survive. If she decides to die then they’ll also kill the children… It’s common logic.” He explained and I frowned.
“But I don’t want all of them to die…”
“It’s a move, don’t beat yourself ove
