She shrugged, agreeing but resentfully so. This game had gone on for far too long. Someone should've done something by now. “And the parents aren't doing a damn thing,” Maddie pointed out again. It shouldn't have surprised her, really. They'd gone months with a murderer living within the walls and no one had noticed or done anything about it until it was too late; she shouldn't have expected those same people to get a handle on what their idiot kids were doing.
Nick's surprise was noted and acknowledged with a raised eyebrow. She was expecting the other girl to question it, to ask whether Maddie was serious or not – which, no matter how deserved it would've been, would've annoyed Maddie more – but when Nick continued, Maddie gave a subtle nod in thanks and turned her head back to watch the kids. They'd moved their game over near the playground now, where a small group of little ones were playing in the sandbox.
“Are you serious? With how they're acting right now? We're not the bullies here. They are. Scaring those little kids like that. They deserve a little shoving around.” Fight bully power with bully power; that was how she saw it.
Maddie scoffed when Nick dismissed her idea of getting physical with the kids playing the zombie game. “Fine. We'll try your way first. Quietly talking to them about how wrong it is to scare the wittle kiddies,” she mocked in a higher, more proper tone that was supposed to be a bad impression of Nick and her goody two-shoes methods. She went back to her regular voice. “And when they don't respond to that, I'll give them a good shove and tell them to knock it the hell off.”