The zombie launched itself toward us before Lingyun could answer.
It crossed the first aisle before I could even blink. Moving on all fours with its head still hanging at the weird angle, I couldn't help but stare at it. Its backward-bending knees scraped against the tile, and every time its hands struck the floor, the black claws at the ends of its fingers left pale scratches behind.
Lingyun raised his gun, but I grabbed his arm before he could fire.
"The thread," I reminded him. "No touchy."
"You're worried about the thread?" he asked incredulously.
"I just spent twenty minutes choosing it," I reminded him. Could I have out it all in my space? Of course, but that would also meant screaming at the top of my lungs that I had a space system.
My mother might not have raised me, but she didn't give birth to a stupid woman.
