“Fuck,” she swears, stopping to gasp. “Fuck.” I take a step toward her. “Wyatt,” Fallon says icily. “I will kill you if you come any closer.” I ignore her, moving a chair out of her path. I don’t give a shit if she bites my head off. I’m fucking worried about her. “I’m fine,” she gasps, inching forward with her walker. “This is all fucking fine.”
