Zombie Apocalypse (pt14)

Which was, of course, when the situation changed again.

Irish pulled up across the street, hands gripping tightly to the wheel. “Tim?”

“Yeah, Ai?”

“I don’t want to do this.”

Tim shook his head. “No one wants to do this, the situation sucks. Hopefully the trouble this has put us through will be enough to convince him not to do this again.”

“No.” Irish parked the car, turning the engine off. “I… I don’t want to talk to him yet.”

Tim rubbed at a shoulder. “It’ll be fine. You just have to get him...