“Oh, come on! Seriously?”
The teenager looked up at John and shrugged. “Don’t know why you’re so worked up. We have to read for class.”
John stared at him for a minute as he tried to think of a response. What could he say to a bunch of kids that didn’t understand there were people that liked to read? And of course, they had to take his favorite spot under the elm.
“What’s wrong with the library?”
The teen’s face twisted into a grotesque visage. “Dude, that’s for old people.”
John shook his head. He now believed in zombie apocalypses.