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Sam's shaking, sick, shocked. Chris is in a cell now, still ranting, still raving. 'You okay?' It's Annie.
Can't look it, certainly doesn't feel it. 'Bit shaken up.'
She smiles, washed-out good cheer. 'We all are.'
'I know.'
'And Chris... with what happened to Ray... He doesn't... doesn't know what he's saying... doesn't honestly think you're... well, one of them.'
'A zombie.'
'I mean, it's weird you... never mind.'
'Annie...'
They're whispering at this point, huddled close, when had that happened? Sam ignores reason, pulls her closer, Annie, trembling, pressing herself into his arms.
'It'll be okay.' Still Annie.
Silence.