Scintilla – I’m not a zombie!
I look like one of those awful zombies, Melody thought. But I’m not. I’m not! I’m just a little sick, that’s all. I’ve never let a little cold stop me before. And if I’m sick, it’s a sure bet my kids have it, and someone has to get home and take care of them.
She wasn’t sure why the zombies she saw on her way home didn’t attack her. The ones who had broken into the diner had certainly been violent enough.
They shouldn’t have done that, she thought. The door was unlocked, the lights were on. There was no need to break through the window like that. I couldn’t stop to help clean up the mess, though. I have to get home.