She was short and plump with long blonde hair held back in an off-center scrunchy. Her ponytail jutted to the right. The gasmask completely covered her face and made her voice sound electric.
“Who the hell are you?”
She adjusted the bag of groceries in her left hand while keeping her gun pointed at them. Felix held up his hands. Gretel kept hers on her hips.
“I’m Felix. This is Gretel.”
“Are you zombies?”
“Do we look like fucking zombies?” asked Gretel.
“Don’t know. Not really sure what zombies look like. Hadn’t seen any until today.”