"She is," Zoe said simply. "But people down here are good at surviving, anyway they can. If that means going out in a zombie invasion, smart doesn't figure into it."
They rounded a corner and Zoe looked up automatically to the windows of the apartment she shared with her mother. The windows weren't twitching, they were open wide and a pale face looked down on them. A hand waved and the face disappeared. "Brace yourself. I think we're going to be met at the front door."
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