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"Dammit, Dresden!" Murphy swore as we drove through the mostly deserted streets of downtown Chicago.

She wasn't angry at me - not really. Mostly she was astonished by the wave of destruction a reanimated zombie T-Rex had left after rampaging around most of Halloween night. What can I say? T-Rex gonna T-Rex.

"You try stopping a flightless bird that's bigger than most buildings with teeth the size of my head," I told her. (Also - when did dinosaurs become birds? School lied to me.)

She rolled her eyes at me and shook her head.

We rode in silence for a few minutes. Traffic started to pick up a little bit before she spoke again. "What possessed you to revive a T-Rex?"

I shrugged. "I needed to get somewhere fast and I needed a zombie eating machine."

"So it was a practical choice?"

"It made sense at the time. Worked too. SUE ate a lot of zombies."

"Your life is so weird sometimes."

She's not wrong.