Tex threw his head back and laughed. "Can't blame you for that one, kiddo. Lines are the pits." He sheathed one of his knives and took out another. "Well, little lady, if you wanna mosey on over to the labs, I think our mad scientist could use a cup of coffee and some human interaction. You never know what he might have cooking in that nutty brain of his."

This was partially a lie. Tex didn't know exactly what was cooking in that nutty brain of Wyatt's, but judging by the manic laughter echoing halfway across camp at three AM, it was something Jenny would like. Besides, he didn't smell danger and the scar on his ass didn't ache, so it was unlikely any zombie activity would disturb the morning's peace.