Chapter Seven
Sector 12 Transgalactic Station
Sublevel five felt like a tomb. It was cold, echoed, and smelled like dead ass. Cody kept thinking a zombie was about to jump out from behind every corner. If they did, he hoped this level was plagued with the old zombies, the dumb ones that shambled around, moaning, walking into walls and falling in holes. If it was fast zombies, he’d be f****d. He wasn’t outrunning anything with this crick in his neck or all the gear strapped to his back.
“Positivity,” he whispered to himself. Reggie was always going on about the power of positive thinking.
Right. Like he could just think his way out of a situation with thousands of hideous space roaches, and keep them from gnawing his legs off. If he had that sort of power, Cody would be thinking himself
