"Oh, you look like you're thinking about having kids. Do you miss them that much? They just left," Christa suspected until Devon straightened up and stared at us with raised eyebrows.
"Hey, get that thought straight out of your heads! We will be smashing zombie brains in nine months, not changing nappies. The only children around me will be the people we're protecting. I have a list of nurses and doctors that I need the guards to watch, and we need to start stealing supplies."
"What? Do you want the police to lock us all up?" Devon snorted, and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
