I laid my arms across Nathaniel's cheeks and rested my face on my arms and looked at Jason. Walking corpses little better than zombies, but they take blood instead of meat, and they don't rot. I shook my head. When my lip felt the solid touch of the front of his body, then, and only then, did I let myself begin to slide back up.
The highway stretched black and empty. He said it completely deadpan, and only the faintest of smiles and the tiniest gleam in his eyes let me know he was going to add something. Let go of my arms, Damian. Oh, terribly sorry .
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