The hideout was quiet except for the muffled groans of zombies in the distance. Ayham paced the small storage room they'd locked him in, his boots scuffing against the concrete floor. He kicked at an empty water bottle in frustration.
"This is bullshit." He exclaimed.
Through the small barred window, he could see the faint glow of fires burning across the city. Somewhere out there, his brother was playing the hero again while he rotted in this cell.
A sharp pain shot through his ribs where Shihab had punched him earlier. He winced, touching the tender spot. Yeah, real brotherly love.
The walkie-talkie hidden in his boot suddenly crackled to life.
"Ayham, you there?" It was Jabir, one of his old crew.
Ayham snatched it up, keeping his voice low. "About damn time. Where are you
