"..."
Everyone fell silent.
"Brian, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. When she said 'aunt Flo,' she meant her period," the skinny guy explained patiently.
"Oh..." Brian finally got it and muttered under his breath, "Women are such a hassle."
Another awkward silence.
Everyone knew Brian was a total straight-shooter—zero filter, low emotional IQ. Not exactly the best with words.
But now wasn't the time to argue about that.
Outside, the sound of claws scraping against stone made their teeth ache. The growls were getting louder and closer—more of those things were gathering.
"This can't go on. The noise from the zombies is just gonna attract more of them. If a whole horde shows up—and worse, if a Zombie King appears—we're screwed," the skinny guy said, analyzing the situation.
Everyone's faces tightened with worry.
The girl looked especially guilty. Her eyes were red as she whispered, "It's all my fault... I'm the reason we're in this mess."
