Dreams about being trapped are common, she reminded herself. On the sidewalk, she took a deep breath and felt an intense relief at the wash of fresh air. She made her way out of the row, through the lobby, and out the door. “I’ll be right back,” she told John, and got up without waiting for him to respond. She’d been irritated by the movie, now she was irritated by the conversation she herself had introduced. “You know, like the idea that you eat your enemy’s heart to gain their power? Maybe the zombie eats its enemy’s brain to gain its … central nervous system?” He glanced at Charlie, but she was only half listening. “Maybe it’s symbolic,” John suggested, eager to engage, however odd the conversation. It walked into that field of its own accord. He didn’t walk into that field the suit did. That man wouldn’t have been able to walk on his own in a suit so oversized. But why would they want to eat brains? It doesn’t make sense.” If there’s a functioning central nervous system, which has somehow decayed to the point that movement and thought are possible, but severely hindered, fine. Zombies don’t make sense if they’re dead, the central nervous system is shot, and they can’t do any of this. “This doesn’t make sense,” Charlie muttered, mostly to herself.Ĭharlie didn’t move, but she repeated herself. Now there were people running, the zombies lurching after them.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.Ĭharlie stared straight ahead. “I’m fine,” she whispered, and gestured to the screen. She sat back, setting her shoes back on the floor. She realized she’d pulled her feet up on the chair and was hugging her knees to her chest.

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