“Contrary little Mari has a piercing scream that could make a deaf person go deaf. She has tantrums like Mommy does.” Phrasing it that way, however, made her own screaming fits seem childish. She shifted on the stool. “Fortunately, they don’t happen too often, and she goes back to being the sweet little dishwasher you’re seeing now. You’d better hope you’re just as lucky.” She added, nodding at the baby bump.
Leah probably should’ve left, then, but she wasn’t ready to face Evan just yet. She wasn’t ready to go back into the confines of their apartment either. Rae was too polite to tell someone to get out; however, Leah sensed the discomfort in the room. “If you want us to go, just say so. I don’t mind.”
Her brows rose when Rae tried to tell her she hadn’t been rude, then lowered again when Rae admitted that she was. When the word ‘present’ was spoken, Leah’s eyes flicked in Marigold’s direction to make sure the girl wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. “No, she didn’t see it. Lilah got her to go back to sleep, after Evan got rid of it. Whoever this person is is sick…” Leaving dead birds and dollhouses for people.
Leah nodded, screwing the cap back on her water bottle. “I had a chat with that Marcus guy about what his theory was about all this? He said it made more sense that it would be someone who’s already living here, rather than someone who just recently showed up. We’ve all survived more than five years with zombies around, so we’ve learned to do some pretty drastic things to stay alive. Maybe someone just snapped…” Like she did. She’d never go on a killing spree, though.