"Trust goes out the window when there's hordes of people-eaters on the street, I guess. Never know when someone's lying or whatever." It kind of sucked. And by kind of, she meant that it definitely sucked. "But still...you'd still think that five people insisting you're immune in the first place and then more of those same people insisting again would get the point across." She shrugged, sticking her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Wearing out the belt loops wasn't good. When they ripped, it was really annoying, to say the least. "Sad just about sums up the world now, I guess. But there's little things that make it better. Like stupid jokes or blowing up a whole bunch of zombies." She chuckled some. "Just the little things."
As they walked, she lightly nudged Rae in the shoulder. "There is nothing wrong with Chuckie Finster. As for breathing like you've got tissues stuck up your nose, that sucks, I will grant you that. The beauty of being out is, no one else will poke and prod you. Well...maybe I will just for fun. But there will be nothing medical to do with it." She was more than sure that sitting around in the infirmary wasn't anything close to fun. And honestly? Rae couldn't be blamed for wanting to get out of there.
The canned enchiladas were not to be judged! "Dude, if you use your imagination while you're eating them, they're really not that bad. I imagine good enchiladas and it makes the canned ones taste about equal to the ones they'd serve in the cafeteria for school lunch. As for what they do to my insides...don't even want to know." Had to love those non-perishable foods. And just thinking about them made her hungry. "And yet, here we are. And now I'm hungry, so for that I'll blame you."
She scuffed the toe of her boot against the ground as they walked. "Oh, so Eli came to visit you, huh? Bet that made you even more obnoxiously cheerful." Was her tone insinuating something? Maybe...