“I did not jump.”

“It’s a figure of speech.”

I slopped a heaping of fried rice and shrimp on my plate. “It’s a stupid figure of speech.”

Cam looked like he wished to say something else but changed his mind. “What movie do you want to watch?”

“Let’s go with Resident Evil.”

“A girl after my own heart.” He picked up two DVDs and headed into the living room. My gaze followed him. “Zombies for the win.”

Sighing, I shook my head. I dumped most of the stir fry on his plate and then carried them out to living room, putting them on the coffee table. Cam was over by the TV, messing with the DVD player. I turned the lamp on, giving him light in the shadowy room. “What do you want to drink?”

“Do you have milk?”

“You want that with Chinese food?”

He nodded. “Need my calcium.”

My stomach turned, but I got him a glass of milk and me a can of Pepsi. “That’s kind of gross, you know?” I sat on the couch and tucked my legs under me. “Weird combination.”

He sat beside me with the remote in hand. “Have you ever tried it?”

“No.”

“Then how do you know it’s gross?”

I shrugged and picked up my plate. “I’ll go with my assumption that it is.”

He cast me a sidelong glass. “Before the end of the year, I will have you trying milk and Chinese.”

Not bothering to respond to that, I sat back and dug into my food. Cam got the movie started and settled on the couch, his thigh pressed to my knee. We were about ten minutes in when he said, “Question?”

“Answer.”

“So, it’s the zombie apocalypse, right? Zombies are coming out of the ass, running amuck through buildings and streets. You’ve already almost died three times by this point and have been mutated by the T virus twice, which appears to be painful. Would you take time in your obviously hectic daily routine to do your hair and put makeup on?”

A laugh burst from me at his absurd question. “No, not at all. I’m not even sure I’d take the time to brush my hair. And another thing. Have you noticed how everyone has a blinding white smile? Society collapsed like six years ago. No one is going to the dentist. Yellow their teeth.”

Cam finished off his stir fry. “Or how the one chick’s hair changes color from one movie to the next.”

“Yes, because in a zombie apocalypse, there’s a lot of down time to get you hair done.”

He chuckled. “Still love these movies.”

“Me too,” I admitted. “It’s pretty much the same stuff every movie, but I don’t know. There’s something addictive about watching Alice kick zombie ass. And I hope that when there is a zombie outbreak, I look half as good as she does spin kicking zombies in the face.”

Laughing, he gathered up the now empty plates and took them into the kitchen. He returned with a fresh cup of milk and another can of soda for me.