Standing in front of the ugliest thing you’ve seen all day, you shrink against the supermarket’s wall as one of the undead stands in front of you. You hate zombies. You hate everything about them, all of it— disgusting. But why isn’t this one attacking?

The way your expression deadpans when you realize makes Ryder laugh a little, but he wipes off his smile as soon as your eye twitches.

“Ryder?”

“Yeah. Um, just a prank.”

Horrible, horrible idea.