Maddie shrugged and conceded that with a nod. “Probably,” she said in response to the statement and the question. She didn’t like being on her own, which was entirely contradictory considering she always wanted to convey independence to everyone else. “So you wouldn’t have to drag me back after all. I’d get bored with just zombies around.” Not only bored, but probably eaten, too. Stupid zombies. Always eating people. Rude.
Maddie fold her arms across her chest as best she could while holding a notebook. “You totally would.” A joke, because they both knew he wasn’t always the fun-ruiner.
Zach’s alternative suggestion to drunk blind ladies made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. “I could’ve gone all century without that mental image, thanks. Ew.” She wiggled her shoulders in an exaggerated shudder. “Now I need brain bleach.”
“True enough, especially since the other good medics wandered off to, I dunno, retire or something.” It was weird that Rory and Wren weren’t around much anymore. Maddie had seen them in passing, but hadn’t cared enough to stop and ask them what was up. “You’re a better show-runner, anyway.” Seriously, who was better suited for infirmary work than someone who’d served as a medic in the military? Her brother was perfect for it.
Eyebrows rose innocently. “Now, am I the type to smother my own brother in his sleep? That’s just crazy talk.” She scoffed and pretended to be offended. “And you’d better be bluffing or you’ll have a very grumpy sister plotting revenge on you.” She nodded.
“Quality time making up stupid nicknames for people,” Maddie corrected, raising a finger to emphasis that point. She rolled her eyes when his overprotectiveness reared its head again. “Please. I know how to defend myself.” She just happened to get creeped out by things. Nothing abnormal about that. “I’ve still got that baton the guy at the Americana gave me.” Even though she hadn’t had any reason to need it recently. Still, she never went anywhere without it.