Page 26 of My Undead Love Life

“Probably,” Mad agreed.

“Thank you.” Oxi relaxed.

“For maybe another three hours.”

“Fuck you,” he spat.

Mad snorted.

The sound echoed softly through the closet before disappearing beneath the distant groans outside.

Oxi rolled onto his side until his back pressed against Mad's. “You guys are so dramatic.”

Mad laughed quietly. “You were blue.”

“I was not blue.”

“You were definitely blue,” I chimed in.

“I was cold.”

“Don’t leave me,” Spencer whimpered.

The three of us froze.

My eyes immediately darted downward.

Spencer hadn't opened her eyes. She remained buried beneath the blankets, and her breathing stayed slow and uneven. Outside the metal door, the dead continued wandering the subway tunnels. Her face looked a little less pale now. Warmth was finally returning to her cheeks.

“You weren't much better when I found you,” Mad pointed out suddenly while looking at me.

I groaned. “Here we go.”

“You looked like a feral raccoon,” he chuckled.

“I was surviving.”

“You were eating packets of condiments.”

Oxi barked out a laugh. “Wait. Seriously?”

“It was one time,” I argued.

“It was three times,” he corrected.

“I was rationing!”

Mad pointed dramatically at me. “You were sitting behind a gas station trying to convince yourself the packets were partials of soup.”

“I stand by my decisions.”

“You almost died.”

“I almost die constantly. It’s the apocalypse, Mad.”

“Fair.”

I huffed. “I'm man enough to admit I would've died without your life-saving grace.”