Thirty-four Nicola followed Tony downstairs, unsure quite what was going on. Something had obviously happened to him when the zombie had attacked, but she wasn’t sure what. Maybe it was the scream and the falling over backwards. He could be ashamed of himself. But he had stood up and smacked that zombie with his axe – the blunt side, okay, but he had still saved her life. Maybe he had discovered something about himself in that moment of heroism and it was a new-found determination she could feel. Whatever it was, she knew she should ask him, but she couldn’t find the words and her mind was whirling too much to search for them. Why had she kissed him? That was what she kept asking herself. If there was anyone in the group that she should hate, it should be Dave. He had taken her girl – when there was a threat, admittedly, but one which never became anything more – and he had locked her up and abandoned her. She ought to want nothing more than for him to lead her to the shed and then never clap eyes on him again.
