I'm a coward. I'm going to turn and everyone in here is going to die because I couldn't drive a kitchen knife through my chest. Think I'm going to bite sister Avery first.

I shook the thought away and stared at the egg and toast in front of me. This should be for someone who's gonna live longer than a day or two.

"You stare any harder and your plate's gonna combust."

Matías Cárdenas. We had several soldiers staying with us, separately of course, that were nearby trying to hold the zombies at bay. They failed obviously. We all stuck to our own groups mostly, but a few strayed and got acquainted with one another. Like Matías and I for example. I don't like conversing with my own sisters let alone these meatheads, but Matías kept coming back like a bad penny.

"So I should stare at you then."

"I know a way you can make me combust bombón."

"Then you'll get very acquainted with minced meat sir," I said with a squint and a smile.

He tsk'd at me while i continued to poke at my eggs. "Mierda, what would Mother Josephine think if she heard such blasphemy?"

I shook my head and wondered if he would put a bullet in my head. But then again guns aren't quiet. Do they have silencers?

"Dee."

I'm pretty sure they should have silencers. We could go outside and pretend we saw some zombies and he could do it then. I'd fit right in.

"Sister-"

Or imagine if I finally decided to take Matías up on his offer and I turned right in the middle of u-.

"Drea!"

My attention snapped to his face.

"Dont call me Dee," I have to figure out how to end my life before something bad goes down. I pushed my plate away. "I'm not hungry."

I got up and left without so much as a backwards glance.

Spot, the most generic name for a dog I've ever heard, ran past me as I was leaving. Probably to scarf down my uneaten food.

No appetite for the dead.