Was he really always this much of a five year old? Get told to stop talking and then do it more? She was starting to believe, despite how many excuses he gave, that he was doing this on purpose. He wanted her to get killed. Seconds were passing like hours as far as she was concerned. Zombies outside and she still found it in herself to be irritated with him. “The only voice annoying me right now is yours.” Ingrid bit back, breathing in deeply. Now was not the time to fight him, not when they were possibly seconds away from death. Oh my God, you just do not shut up. She tried to keep her irritation to herself, eyes rolling softly, though her head stayed resting against his chest. As much as she was annoyed, she was even more afraid. “Seriously, if you do not shut up, I will make you.” Ingrid groaned, though moved her knee as much as she could. Really, there wasn’t that much room in there, where did he expect her to go? She wouldn’t admit that she needed this, needed to be closer to someone, someone stronger and older, someone who could protect her.