"You behave tonight, Eddy and I’ll see you tomorrow," she paused. “Love you.”
A snarl on the other side replied.
Sally sighed and headed to the marcid house. She barricaded the door then went upstairs, jumping over the gaps. At the top, she stepped over tin cans strung across. Her toe caught one and they clattered softly. She froze, listening, but the night was silent. Even zombies needed sleep it seemed.