"Cherry scone, if you have any, and a pot of Earl Grey," said Debi. She accepted her tray with a smile and joined Elias at a table. "I was in London during the attack, thank goodness, not that I'm much good in a fight. I read about it in the Prophet - what happened?"
She'd scared herself half to death watching Night of the Living Dead at a midnight con showing. Real zombies had to be much, much worse, and Zach's silence on what he'd seen during the clean-up had been almost more frightening than the descriptions in the paper.