Approaching footsteps coming down the hall made Allie perk up. In one fluid motion, she fell back on her mattress, pulling her blanket around her and curling up as if she'd been asleep. If her brother wanted to go out at night with all those zombies roaming around, that was his problem. But like hell was she going to let him think she'd stayed up all night worrying about him. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
All thoughts of that spiteful plan vanished, however, when she saw the scraped and bruised face of her twin enter their designated room. Her makeshift bed made a crumbling sound as she scrambled to her feet and crossed the room to inspect his injuries.
"What the everloving fuck, Ollie? What happened?" She gripped Ollie's cheek in her hand, turning his face so she could see the purple bruise blossoming. There was blood on his forehead. Allie took a breath to steady herself against the sight, her worry being stronger than her disgust.