Gabriel cocks his head like something I’ve said could possibly be wrong. “Why?”
“So he doesn’t cry on you.”
“I criedonce.Onetime and you will never let me live it down,” Chris says. “It’s okay to cry, you know that? It’s manly to cry.”
“It wasn’t a debate over whether or not you were manly enough, Chris. It’s that I am not emotionally capable of dealing with a crying human,” I explain.
“Don’t forget that when you say the word ‘human’ like that, it makes you sound like you’re an alien,” Gabriel says.
“I will be your alien,” I offer, which doesn’t seem to be what he was going for. I give his cheek a pat before parting with my beautiful zombie and going over to the others to make our decision on what our move will be.
“I propose that during our move, we sacrifice Donna to the zombie. It will slow him down and he will be less hungry when he reaches us,” I suggest. “All in favor, say ‘aye.’” Oddly enough, I’m the only one who says “Aye,” but I sure say it loud enough that I think it should win anyway.
“We need an item to block him,” Jesse muses.
“Right there!” I say, pointing at Michaels.
Jesse’s got this glower thing going on that almost makes me want to straighten up, but not enough to do so.
“Fine, fine. That chair right there,” I say as I point to it.
“It’s so narrow he’ll just go around it,” Matthew counters.
“She didn’t say where we had to put the item,” I say as I head out of the circle on my own.
“Liam! We’re supposed to work as a team! We don’t want the chair, we want that table!” Donna protests, which means that I will definitely not pick up the table, even if it is the best item in the room.
I grab the chair before walking over to my Gabriel and putting the chair so it straddles the rope. “If he can’t reach us, he can’t eat us.”
“Dammit, I hate when you make sense,” Donna grumbles.
“Thank you, Donna. Your misery gives me glee,” I inform her.
“I know it does,” she says.
Gabriel is given another foot of rope as he zombies his way toward us. He’s got some hand motions and a wobble that makes him and Matthew laugh.
“Looking sexy, my dear,” I say.
“I want to eat your flesh,” he intones.
I wink at him. “And I want you to eat me.”
“So if we’re going with Liam’s plan, what about that narrow table there? If we wedge it just right, the legs will interlock with the chair,” Matthew says.
“Matthew, look at you, using that big head for something useful,” I observe.
“First, it’s my long neck, and now it’s my big head. It almost feels like you’re jealous over how handsome I am and trying to harass me for it.”
“Sadly, it doesn’t appear to be working.”
“How pitiful,” he says with much sarcasm.
I beam at him as he wedges the object in there while Gabriel looks at it.
“But Liam… I wanted to eat you,” Gabriel says, and that pitiful tone makes me decide that on my next turn I will use our one move to lie down before Gabriel so he can consume every inch of me.
“Stop, don’t listen to him,” Jesse warns as he cups his hands over my ears. “If you win, I will send you this picture I took of Gabriel. It’s a really good one.”
