George's hands hit the dashboard hard. Her right palm started to change colors from bruised to not bruised. Her left had been a fist pounding on the dashboard and the knuckles were scraped and bleeding, though it didn't smell like blood. She looked down at them and wiggled her fingers to survey the damage. The bleeding quickly stopped.
"I don't know." A lie. "You bit me, I didn't change. The zombies aren't interested in me either. It's just a thing I can do."
She lied because the last time Oz found out what she did it didn't go over well. George stared ahead at the zombie she recognized.
"So my plan is to bring him into the van and we'll go to the hospital and..." George didn't have much of a plan besides that and she knew it. Going to the hospital would probably be a very bad idea. "...This is so fucked. Just, wait here as long as you can. If a bunch of them start showing up, take off without us."