Joey gave a nod of his head. “Speaking of, if you’re here alone,
who’s your
designated
driver?”
Roksana took
another sip of her wine. “Don’t need one. I didn’t drive here.”
“You hired a
driver, too?”
“Nope. I
walked.”
Joey almost
choked on his beer. “You what?”
She laughed
softly. “I live over in that apartment complex behind this place.
Didn’t take me ten minutes to get here.”
Joey stared at
her in surprise. He didn’t know whether to be amazed by her
bravery or astonished by her gall. It was Ethan who voiced what he
was thinking.
“You weren’t
afraid of coming across a zombie?”
“Shit, no.”
After another sip, she set her wine glass down and leaned forward.
“Tell me. Other than what we’ve seen on TV and on the internet,
have either of you actually eyeballed one of those things? I mean
for real? In person?”
Joey checked
with his friend who shook his head and joined him. “Nope. Have
you?”
“No,” she
confessed. “I mean, whenever I’ve seen one on the news and all,
they look like regular people. They’re not rotting, walking
corpses like we’ve been fed from movies and television shows.
They’re not all bloody and wearing ragged clothing. So how would
we know if we actually came across one?”
Joey pointed to
his face. “Their eyes are all white, like their eyeballs rolled up
in their heads.”
She nodded.
“Okay. I’ll give you that. What else?”
He had to
shrug. “I dunno. Eth, any ideas?”
His friend also
shrugged. “You got me there.”
“And another
thing,” Roksana brought up. “What brought this all on? How did
people start turning into zombies in the first place? What
happened eight months ago when all these restrictions went into
place? Or did something happen earlier than that, and it got out
of control to the point where we the public had to be informed?”
Ethan slapped
Joey on the arm. “She makes a lot of sense.”
Joey agreed. “A
lot of people I’ve talked to think this all started with a virus
or something. At least, that’s what the news says. And when those
things escaped or started multiplying…”
“Multiplying
how?” Roksana pressed. “By biting people? Is whatever they got
that turned them into those things like rabies? And all it takes
to be infected is to be bitten? And once bitten, how long does it
take for a person to become one of them?”
Joey laughed
nervously. “You’ve thought a lot about this, haven’t you?”
“Haven’t
you?” she challenged and
drained her glass. “Miss?” She raised her hand for attention, then
lifted her empty wine glass to indicate a refill. “Okay, boys. I’m
tired of talking about zombies. What else can we discuss? And, by
the way, Mr. Jackson, how are you on the dance floor? I didn’t
come here to discuss zombies. I came here to party, so let’s
party!”
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