a cream-colored envelope sat on the bottom bunk , made of a fancy thick paper stock like a wedding invitation . she was the one to blame for it . when only one zombie was attacking you , it could be possible to fight it off . maybe she was n't here because she worked weekends . he followed her , pacing right beside her . he 's got his facts straight , for a change . he stepped past most of the womans body , kneeling next to her head . 