Try not to have too many more. I'm getting fond of your--

[ But that's when the screaming starts from another few streets over, probably near that other cemetery, Jo thinks, losing the laughing girl for the one she looks more. More than not covered in blood and whatever else the zombie bodies spew as they go down, both her and her sword.

There's a little too much relish in the steel of her business. ]

That sounds like us.

[ Jo doesn't need any help falling in with group charging that way. ]