16 Chapter 16

I grinned. “More like razor-sharp looks and dashing good wit, but thanks. And no.”

She sighed. After all, she knew the answer as well as I did. “You can communicate with other zombies, control them.”

I nodded my head, my neck bones creaking and grinding as I did so. “And yet, my abilities began before the beginning, as they put it. And if they have no oral history, if they don’t talk about their past, talk about life before they were Libetians, how would they know about my, uh, skills?”

“Word gets around?”

“Again, nice try. But, barring some sort of rampant zombie fan club of mine, the only word for miles and miles (and miles) around is grr, and that’s not even a word.”

“So what you’re saying is—”

I stopped her. “I’m not saying anything. Yet. Just, we have to be careful around these people is all. Clearly, they have no love of our kind and the only reason I’m here is to help them. Plus, I have a sinking feeling that they’re not telling us everything.”