He didn't mean that. Richard had accidentally tied the zombie to him, and when he broke the link to me, the zombie was mine again. Didn't want to interrupt, but didn't want him to feel left out, either. Derry kept an eye on the room, gun sort of at the ready, but careful to not point out toward us.
I knew without opening my eyes who it was, because only one man's touch calmed me. The taste of our own blood in our mouths, bitter. I had to talk to him. He was just shaped nicely.
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