"I didn't stop to ask it where it came from or what the politically correct term for its race was, Liv. I was too busy running. Less talking. More running."
He knew Liv was something else. Undead. A zombie. There was a distinctly different shade to her aura than anyone else's he'd ever seen, but she wasn't bad. She didn't deserve to become whatever those things were or have whatever they were get her. Charlie only wanted to get her to safety. He didn't look back as he hauled her with him to get out of the funeral home. It was easier than he'd figured to get her out. The only real issue he had was where were they supposed to go?
The apartments were a long, long way from where they were standing. They were near the park though it was exposed. Charlie decided to risk it. If they managed to get to the apartments? They'd be safer. If they couldn't get in the apartments, Charlie figured they could get close enough to something which had to be safer than the funeral home where these things were literally coming out of the walls.
Glancing at Liv, he stated, "I have no idea if we're going to make it to the apartments or not. I just know it's the best bet I can think of at this stage. We're running that way. We aren't stopping. If you see those things? Yell so we can duck and dodge. Running. That's what we're doing. Okay, Liv?"
Charlie felt as if the world were somehow falling down around him. Test City had felt so normal. He had taken the same job he had at home. His abilities hadn't been different. Nothing had really been different except he was missing his brother Sam---and Liv. She had caught his attention in a way no woman had since the loss of his brother. She made him feel alive again. He couldn't let her die when he was finally starting to feel alive for the first time in years.