It was going to be okay, she needed to hold on to that idea, she was worried because she had too much time to think about everything. She needed to get in there and actually do something. It was the waiting that was driving her mad, that was it.
The smile Malc gave her relaxed her a little, and she slipped her arm round his waist when he squeezed her, clinging to the cricket bat so hard her knuckles were almost white.
"Fuck off," she said lightly, "if it's good enough for zombies..." she trailed off, glancing at it. It was a last resort. A knee or boot to the bollocks, that was her first plan. "Malc...promise me you're not gonna go anything stupid," she said quite suddenly.