didn’t give them something to aim for, it at least removed some of the uncertainty.
The Colonel sits back in the chair as they turn away and return to their groups to continue their conversations. Their raised eyebrows told him they didn’t quite want to believe him, and in his head, he didn’t want to either.
Steve and Dylan dig into the meal like hungry wolves. They’d been through a lot in the last few days and, despite the strangeness of a boy and a zombie eating stew in a secret underground bunker, this felt as close to normal as they were going to get.
Dylan: So what’s the plan?
He takes the notepad and in between