Twenty-Seven
ZombiesHe was older, taller than what I last recalled, no longer a child, but on the verge of adolescence.
“Caleb,” I whispered and moved forward with cautious steps.
“April, what are you doing?”
I ignored Marcus' voice and walked until I stood in front of my brother. He stared. Clear blue eyes examined mine. Facial muscles twitched and tensed as his jaw set. Hollow cheeks replaced the fuller ones he once had, but he did not look starved. A long, straight nose reminded me of our father's, with eyes like our mother's but not as piercing and framed by thick, dark lashes. Brown, wavy hair, hung in knots above the tops of narrow shoulders, the same length as Marcus and Shaun's.
Tanned and dirty arms poked out from ripped sleeves, his chest covered by a tattered and worn gree
