While the other adults were screaming about zombies, Sherry listened to the gunfire. Right now would have been the worst time to think about that night. Like before, they'd put her in a room for safekeeping. Like before, they were assaulting the monsters outside.

But would the end result really be all that different? How long until they decided to split up? How long before Sherry would be alone again? Her stomach clenched in fear, and very, very quietly, she walked her fingers over to one of the other girls' and held it loosely but not Vega's. Vega was a boy and her dad had other things to worry about.

They were her friends, and she wasn't going to let anything bad happen to them.

"So. If it's zombies," she murmured softly to Yuri and Borg, "Then you're going to have to make sure you get their heads. Don't let them scratch or bite, or vomit," Oh yes, she remembered that part quite well, "on you. Because then you'll get sick, too, and they'll have to kill you." Even though she felt like crying, Sherry was shocked at how very calm she sounded. Like she was talking about how to make a good scrambled egg and not killing murderous undead.