Everything is just like it was when you left,” Weege said. Henry and Tori had both made their way down to the field where Weege and Alice were busy rounding up the docile zombies. His good friend from Dubai, Weege, was hiding something, they all were, except Tori. Weege’s little eyes were darting back and forth between him and the zombies. Henry kept his eyes focused on the little man as he pressed the issue. “Have you been here the whole time?” Henry asked. Weege was fumbling with a remote control that seemed unusually big in his tiny little hands. A zombie woman, clad in the rehab suit and helmet, was slowly spinning around in a circle. Weege banged the remote with his hand and shook it. “Stupid thing.” “Hey, don’t call them that,” Alice said, glaring at Weege. “I’m not talking about the zombie; I’m talking about the stupid remote. The zombie’s not responding.”
