"I don't believe in zombies."
The golden children-
their eyes narrowed.
Her lips pursed, his twitching in amusement.
With a vulgar spread of his legs, he settled into the bean bag. "Aliens, yeah. Zombies? Never."
His UFO earring dangled in the light.
her giggle like a scream.
"Think about it." He persisted. "Always hungry, always searching...what kind of life is that? I don't believe in them."
Carelessly, golden boy flicked his cigarette aside.
"Which one are you?"Golden boy didn't.
"They're just hungry."
"Coming from you." Reina snorted.
"Aliens are searching, you know? They're searching for something but zombies...zombies are just wandering, groaning, hungry sons of bitches."