Here's Dru's thoughts on a particularly stressful evening in the novel:
I felt a million miles away from them. Normal goddamn teenagers, acting like idiots in front of a fast-food place. The dark jock put his arms around one of the girls and picked her up. She shrieked with laughter, the sound as bright as new spilled pennies. Her shirt rode up, showing the supple curve of her back. It was snowing outside and there was a zombie dead in my living room, and here this girl was, dressed like a hooker and laughing.By the way, that's not Dru on the cover. Dru has messy, curly hair like me, so that can't be her.