“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe anything you say, Roger. Fuck off,” she said through the door.
“Come on, Liz, open the door, they’re coming…”
“Get lost. Why don’t you hide from the zombies at that Puerto Rican whore’s apartment?”
“She… they got her, she’s dead. Please, Lizzy, I’m trying to save you. I’ve got the Range Rover and a shotgun.”
“Oh, fine. So let me get this straight: zombies ate the slut you were cheating on me with and now that she’s dead you want me back? Not even if you were the last man on Earth, Roger.”