Brett rocked the crying woman in his arms and looked around the room in horror. The place stank of blood and death. Dom kicked aside a furry corpse and crouched next to them. He reached out to place a hand over Julia’s forehead.
“She’s burning up,” he murmured and looked around. “She’s fed, but not enough to carry her through this. Shit.” He looked up at the two others. “Find something for her to eat. Now.”
Frederick’s expression creased. “Find something for her to eat.… Like a human? What the hell? They’re not like f*****g tacos, you know? We can’t just drive through and pick one up.”
“No.” Brett surged into movement, standing with Julia still tucked in his arms. “No humans, no more f*****g rats. I’ll feed her. Me, no one else.”
As one, all three turned to look at him. The tense silen
