She stood up and announced, “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Sandra, shh, be quiet.”
“I will not be quiet. I’m going crazy down here! We’ve been in this basement a week!”
“Sandra you have to be quiet. Listen—”
She was almost screaming now. “I will not be quiet! I will not—”
“Lady,” The man from 12G had his pistol out, and spoke as if correcting a small child, “make noise like that and the zombies will know we’re down here.”
Roy held out his hand, said: “I’ll take care of it.”
“See that you do. Otherwise, I’ll put her down.”
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