I waited a moment with the empty bowl still tipped in my hands before I lowered it when it became clear that none of them were going to respond to me.
Rolling my eyes, I let out a long sigh. Didn't they know the zombies liked it when you rang the dinner bell? Seriously. They really should have watched more TV. That thing was as fountain of information.
But instead of doing anything else, the four men went right back to what they were doing before I had interrupted them. It was fine. I didn't take it personally. Some people just needed to put their hand in a flame to learn that it was hot.
I had learned everything the hard way, so why couldn't they?
When the zombies started playing hide and seek, the four would understand why silence was golden.
I turned away from them and headed back toward the kitchen to solve my the actual problem, which was the lack of cheezies.
