" Did you say terms?" Cassandra asked, not wishing to argue her passion or lack of it.
"Yes, good girl. You love your husband, I can tell. And you wish no harm to come to him. Actually, you came here tonight to protect him without knowing how that can be done. You have options."
Her head swimming with doubt, Cassandra managed to keep herself together without running screaming into the night. "Name them, these options of yours."
He moved closer and raised his hand. She shuddered as his fingertip moved across her forehead, then cheek, to touch her pursed lips. "Options are not mine, dear, the are yours. One, Michael will be the victim of an unfortunate accident. Two, MIchael will be fall prey to the zombies and become one of them. Three, since there can be no other males in the cult that the high priest, Michael will be awarded a gender reassignment. Any questions?"