"Max, Molly, let's go."
I backed away sharply, took the three cats back into the guardhouse, and shut the door.
While they had been arguing, several zombies had wandered up behind them.
Before the apocalypse, they had called me a bleeding heart every day. Now I was done being one.
If they were so capable, they could save themselves.
These zombies seemed different. They picked their targets and bit, but they didn't stop to feed.
Before the lion and crocodiles could even react, more than half the crowd had already been infected.
The heavy smell of blood spread through the air, drawing more and more zombies over.
Griffin's crocodiles and Ryan's lion were brought down by swarms of zombies.
As for Vanessa, who had already lost her mastiffs, she was the first to fall and join the ranks
