Chapter 67 – Maybe Not The End

(Eve’s POV)

The cinema was almost empty, the early hour casting a strange, eerie vibe. I couldn’t tell if the tiny hairs on my skin were standing because the zombie was approaching the closet where the child was hidden or because of the cold. Had I known Bernard wanted to watch a movie, I would have brought a sweater. And then there was the fact that I couldn't scream, not without drawing unwanted attention from the staff. It was all so awkward.

I grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it into my mouth, my eyes on the large screen. I was so glad the movie was about to end.

My eyes widened, and my heart hammered my chest, not because the zombie was a foot away from the closet but because of a warm hand on my knee. I chewed slowly, pretending I didn’t notice it, but when he leaned his head closer to mine, I couldn’t help but swallow the food in my mouth.

I coughed briefly and was glad I chewed the popcorn well. It would be embarrassing if I choked on the popped kernels.

Bernard breathe