“Something’s going on.”
Topher widened his eyes and nodded. Duh.
Zorn stared out the window at the passing college campus.
“Mary Washington looks very pretty.” He saw a large group of students running around an open commons. “Do the students often gather there?”
“That’s Ball Circle. They’re out there all hours. Playing hacky sack or some other s**t. While we’re on the way, why don’t you boys explain this zombie crap to me. Not that I believe it for a second, but Bob Sewell’s a friend of mine, and Bob Sewell swears by you, so spill it.”
“Er, this is a textbook Class IV Zombie Attack,” Topher replied.
“Uh huh.”
“As opposed to a mere Class I Zombie Infestation. Class I’s are placid, subservient, usually subject to some kind of curse from a priest or a priestess.” The leather upholstery
