Send a Martini to Table Eight – Part 02

After that, the conversation died, and the cheery mood from earlier faded away.

I didn’t know how much time passed. I wasn’t really asleep, just letting my body rest after staying keyed up for so long.

“Hey, you think Aikawa’s already asleep?”

That was Nene’s voice. I guess the heavy silence was getting to her.

Time to read the room and fake sleep.

“We could just hit him to check.”

That mischievous voice had to be Mihara’s. Great. Just great.

Well, whatever. Zombies don’t feel pain. No matter what they threw at me, I could keep pretending.

“Then I shall do it.”

I heard the sound of clothes shifting as Saras stood up.

Thud! Something slammed into the back of my head. That was no ordinary kick. If I weren’t a zombie, I’d be dead. Saras never held back because she knew I couldn’t die.

“He’s not… moving.”

That