The disoriented thoughts were whirling about Cara’s aching brain and she couldn’t make sense of any of it.
So the Herd wasn’t just a crazed mob driven mad by the virus?
They didn’t get her sick?
She wasn’t going to die?
Well… maybe she was going to die today… just not at the hands of a disease. “Just tell me what the hell is going on here, please!” Cara shouted. “What do you want from me?”
Slowly, the crazed woman pulled something out of her back pocket that made Cara gasp in fear.
Her phone.
Bradley was tracking her. He was going to get worried, come looking for her and get killed.
“What are you doing with that?” Cara asked, trying to mask her panic.
“I just need you to unlock it for me,” Thea said with a smirk. “I’ll do the rest.”
“Never,” Cara spat.
Thea lifted her bat aga
