Chris finally stopped dry-heaving after what felt like forever. When he looked up at Ethan, his expression had changed completely.
"Ethan," he said, still pale, "I get that you're hungry, but you can't just eat anything. That thing came out of a zombie's skull, man! You actually ate it!"
Ethan gave a small, amused smile and said quietly, "It's not just anything. Trust me—it's good stuff. I'll explain later."
Then he glanced over at Sean and the others—only to find them staring at him like he'd grown a second head. Their eyes were wide, wary, like they weren't sure if he was still human.
Ethan sighed. "Seriously? I eat one weird thing and suddenly I'm a monster?"
"You're not… turning into a zombie, are you?" Sean asked, half-joking, half-terrified. "Because that's the only way I can explain you eating that."
Ethan rolled his eyes. "You guys are so sheltered. Wait until you're starving—really starving. You'll eat anything. Hell, you might even start eyeing each other."
