Something You'd Not Expect Your Mother To Say (Even In A Dream):

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Scene is set; a group of scavenger/hunters including Alice, Mother, James Evans* and a few other people that seem to have come along for the ride are stood beside their open topped car on the outskirts of a ruined city, regaining both their breath and their composure after a bloody and high-speed chase. The car is badly damaged, three of the original group are dead, they are nearly out of bullets and Mother is extremely cross...

MOTHER: (highly irritated. glaring. hands on hips) OK, setting everything else aside for a moment - and don't get me wrong, I'm still furious about it - next time someone says "lets go zombie hunting", we are to use a car with a roof. Got it?
ALICE AND REST OF GROUP: (chastened. looking at shoes. mumbling) got it.

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* a boy I knew at school. We were once very close (both being hellions and all), but as adulthood approached we drifted apart and finally lost touch. It was pretty cool to be reunited with him for a night, even if it was in a post apocalyptic wasteland filled with blood thirsty zombies.
     If dreamland is to be believed, he's a far better driver than me, anyway. And a hell of a good shot...