Mia just shot him a glance, didn't say a word, and kept walking down the slope, heading off to keep clearing out the zombies in San Diego.
"Man, she's ice cold..." Big Ears muttered under his breath.
Still, he was just glad to be alive. The place still felt crazy dangerous, so he didn't dare stick around. He quickly turned and started backing away...
...
Meanwhile, Mist, Shrimpy, and Locomotive were still sprinting like hell, but after a while, they noticed something weird—there was no sound behind them. It was like the zombies chasing them had just... vanished.
"Hold up... stop for a sec," Locomotive called out.
The other two skidded to a halt.
"What's up?"
"It's quiet. Too quiet," Locomotive said, frowning.
Mist glanced over his shoulder, looking just as puzzled. "Yeah, where the hell did all those zombies go? They were right on our asses."
"No idea..." Shrimpy shook his head.
Locomotive thought for a second, then suggested, "Maybe we should head back and check it out?"
