Great. He was a lunatic. There weren't any of those creatures in the corpses in the funeral home. The ME office looked normal. Charlie could hear the faint echo of Liv's music if he tried to breathe. It was as if he were coming up for air after being submerged in water for the length of the whole pool. He had been swimming only to find there wasn't a pool or any water. What was going on here? How could Liv be looking at him as if he was the crazy person when she was a zombie and he'd thought they were going to use her?
"There are monsters. They infect the bodies of the dead and rise up and mutate them and they're evil. Very evil. They shoot poisoned barbs. They eat people. They're not good. They're very, very not good. We need to go."
Charlie knew he sounded insane, but he figured he'd roll with it. There were worse things to be than crazy. He'd been the crazy guy at home for so long he didn't remember how it had felt to be normal. Normal had been another person, another Charlie St. Cloud who had been a sailor with a brother who loved him and a full-ride to Stanford. These days he was Crazy Charlie St. Cloud who ran the cemetery and talked to dead people. He could live with being that Charlie St. Cloud. If he could get Liv out safe? He could be crazy all the time. It'd be fine.
Grabbing her arm, he started towing her toward the door as he heard a tumbling, scrambling sound behind them, "Oh no. No more time, Liv. We're going. You can run, right? Please tell me you've eaten recently and you can run? I'll carry you if I have to, but we gotta go now."
They were darting for the door when he heard something slam open a drawer from the vault of bodies. Charlie didn't look back. He didn't need to see it to know what it was and know it was coming. They didn't have to look at it. They only had to get away from it before it got them. He could do this. Run. They could run. It wouldn't be so bad. He hoped.