Rolling her eyes George just shrugged. She wasn’t scared of April. That could come back to bite her in the ass, but so far April seemed chill. Nevertheless, she made a mental note to ask Luke about her past acts of revenge just to be safe. “Then I may have to live to regret it.” She admitted. Didn’t matter though whatever April did, chances were it couldn’t be that bad, she didn’t seem to share her brother’s devious side from what she’d seen so far.
She nodded. What George wouldn’t give for the world to have waited a few more years before going to pot. High school hadn’t been roses and flowers but even at fifteen she’d been looking forward to college. To Julliard. To finishing her god awful semester of Spanish so she could switch to Italian, which reminded her that a million years ago Luke asked her to teach him French. There was potential in that memory, maybe she could do something with that.
All thoughts of Christmas gifts and date outfits went out the window when the runners rounded the corner. Hoisting her backpack a little further up on her shoulders George took off just a second behind April. Given how long it had been since she last had to run from infected, George was a little concerned with just how long she could maintain a decent pace. She’d endured one zombie bite and that was more than enough for her to last a life time. Glancing back over her shoulder George frowned, they were supposed to be slower in the winter.
“This way,” She called nodding her head to the right to say they should take the upcoming corner and pray to god they had enough of a lead to find somewhere to hide.