Carol and John fled to a nearby vintage burger joint. They sat down and relaxed, Carol ordering the bulk of food as they tried to keep under suspicion.
"-tt-! Zonie at 9 O'clock!" John whispered.
"What?" Carol raised an eyebrow confused.
Pointing, John turned her head slowly towards one of the bobbed haired replicas in the back, washing dishes and smiling cheerily.
"Let's sneak out the back! We can still make it if there's time, plus it would be really bad if she made one of those gate things here!" He insisted.
Carol merely yawned, and requested the waiter get her a double-trouble fudge milkshake.
"First of all, if it's just one infected she's not going to do anything, not at this stage. The original doesn't even know who we are, why would it be looking for us or care if we ate here? And second of all, the secondary infectee's cannot open portal gates like she can, so we've nothing to worry about. Let's not forget who the expert is here."
"-tch-" John crossed his arms. A few minutes later, Carol's Onion rings and barbeque laced Hamtacular Ground Pounder came around. The boy could only watch in amazement as she scarfed down her burger and side quicker and more furiously than any creature they'd faced thus far.
