Allie smiled fondly. "Ah, yes. Hipster Ollie. One of my favorites." That had been an easy con, given the close proximity to the college. Newspaper headlines the day after had spoken of countless students being sought for questioning. The cops had suspected some fool kids playing a prank that got out of hand.
Ollie proceeded to explain exactly what Allie and Ollie holidays would consist of, and Allie's smile widened. "If only it could be two whole weeks with no zombies. I'd happily spend those weeks in school or at an actual job."
Her gaze lowered to the floor when he mentioned missing the old days. She pursed her lips and nodded. Anyone who didn't miss the days before the outbreak was insane. "If it makes you feel any better, I haven't had much luck either. Not that I've really been trying. Most of the guards seem willing enough to talk to me, but they don't exactly have anything I'm interested in taking. And everyone else, well," once again, her eyes strayed to the scattered sleeping bags in the room. "They know we're thieves, so they don't exactly trust me alone with their things."
Lifting her eyes back to Ollie, she couldn't help but smile again, this time with a roll of her eyes. "If you really want to do the whole cliched thing of twins dressing in red and green for Christmas, I think I can manage it for one day." She'd do it for him, if no one else.
A nod confirmed that Rae was her stripper friend. "We will win, that's for sure. Because we're way more talented than that contortionist chick, or the guy who thinks it's perfectly safe to juggle his many knives." She shuddered, remembering the man's last performance, when he'd lost a finger. That image hadn't left her nightmares for weeks.
Talk of Christmases past brought a laugh from Allie. "I remember, and the star wasn't ravey. It was perfect. Just like every Andrada Christmas."
"I think just about every week counts as Bad Fashion Week anymore, Ols. Especially with how easy filth collects on things. But," she sighed, flicking her gaze to his and then back to the wound, "if you happen to find something purple and yellow that looks decent, I might wear it."
"You don't have to keep saying it, you know. I've already forgiven you, for the moment." She made a mental note to drag Ollie to one of the doctors downstairs in the morning.
"Stop squirming," Allie scolded him, brushing at the scrapes. Thankfully for Ollie, his sister's train of thought wasn't on the same track. If she'd entertained the possibility that any of Ollie's wounds might've come in contact with the zombies? The whole safehouse would hear her explode. "Can't have you bleeding all over the blankets, can I? They're dirty enough as it is."
When she finished cleaning all the wounds she could see, Allie nudged the remaining supplies in the corner (she'd return them to the lady in the morning) and hugged her brother. "Can we please get some sleep now?"