He propped himself up on his arms and looked down at me with that smile that said I was being silly. t my own face looked like, I didn't want to show shock to Nathaniel, but I didn't know what else to show. A sound drew my attention away from Nathaniel, and it wasn't a sound from above me. I was afraid to add my anger to his.
No, my problem was waiting outside. Then the zombie would be trapped down there, thinking, aware, but imprisoned. Both of them, pushing at me, not just physically, but in ways that hands could never hold you down, or bodies pin you to the floor. I needed to leave now.
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