Maddie hadn’t really given much thought to that reality; that they were all locked inside with the killer, which made it that much easier for them to all be murdered. She’d been more concerned with the fact that they weren’t allowed to leave the compound and basically had to hide in their living areas the whole time. She didn’t want to appear dumb, though; as if Brandon’s logic hadn’t occurred to her, too. So she nodded like she agreed and had shared the same sentiment the entire time. “Exactly. Maybe that first guy would’ve been the only dead one, if we hadn’t locked the killer in prison with us.” A shudder went through her, trailing along on the coattails of the memory of finding the first dead man.
“Huh.” Whichever sister that was. Maddie knew of all three Stone sisters, but she didn’t particularly like any of them and had no interest in their fucked up love lives. It likely wasn’t the youngest one Brandon was talking about, though. Talk about gross pedophilia. Maddie staved off insulting Brandon’s sisters, though. That was something she only joked about with Caitie. “He’s your boss so you have to do what he says… most of the time.” She smirked. Sneaking out of Sing Sing probably counted as going against the boss’ wishes.
Right. Infected. She squirmed her shoulders, uncomfortable with the reminder of the zombie infection. Another reason why she shouldn’t have wandered out into Ossining by herself. It quieted her complaints, if only because she wanted to avoid the subject of her immunity (or lack thereof). “Water?” She asked, dubiously. “What, you didn’t bring anything stronger than that?” She took the bottle anyway, realizing her own was somewhere in the mess of the music shop.
“I don’t know, okay?” She snapped. Maddie enjoyed attention, but she didn’t like being put into situations where she wanted it badly enough to be tempted to beg for it. Her sister sometimes referred to it as Adopted Child Syndrome. Insecurities about not being wanted. “And I don’t want you telling any of them, either. It’s none of your business.”
The logic didn’t make sense at all, no, but really the only thing that mattered was the keyboard. “If someone really can fix that, it might actually make this stupid trip worth it.” Kind of. But not really.