“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered. “But this is the safest place for you right now. Will you do me a favor and just go with the flow?” “You don’t fool me,” she whispered back. “You’re only saying that because you’re a zombie.” Oscar stared at her in confusion. “What?” “Zombies love dungeons. It’s like a well-stocked cooler of buffet-a-la-brain down there.” He laughed in spite of himself.
