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Wyatt grinned from ear to ear as he brought out a massive barrel of blood from his domain. He looked practically giddy, as if he couldn’t wait to watch them all get devoured by the oncoming horde of zombies.
Tonight, I’ve prepared a feast for you all! Oh, wait –no, not for you. For the zombies. Watch this-
Suddenly, a gunshot cut through the air.
A single bullet tore through Wyatt’s forehead. Instant kill.
Isabelle, sitting in the passenger seat, froze in shock. Kyle had fired the shot.
Theresa always left people stationed in key positions–ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
That was professionalism.
Wyatt’s blood sprayed across Isabelle’s face. In the next instant, she felt a gun aimed at her. Panic overtook her–she screamed, threw open the car door, and bolted. But the moment the door swung open, the scent of blood drew the zombies in. One pounced on her before she could even take a step.
A guttural snarl filled the air.
Isabelle hit the ground hard as seven or eight zombies descended on her, their snarls drowning out her screams. Within seconds, she was too torn apart to even cry for help. Four or five more zombies scrambled through the open door and into the car.
They dug into Wyatt’s still–warm corpse with a frenzy.
As the undead tore at his flesh, supplies from his domain burst outward, scattering around the vehicle. In moments, the entire area was surrounded by crates and gear, all useless now.
Wyatt, once full of life and smugness, was reduced to a blood–soaked skeleton.
They were starving.
Desperately, agonizingly starving.
The zombies devoured him like rabid dogs, gnawing him from head to toe. His hot, pulpy brain was slurped down with obscene delight–like a rare delicacy.
Of course, there were still parts even zombies didn’t cat–like the large intestine.
So many of them wandered with lengths of intestine dragging behind them like grotesque tails.
Zombies loved innards and blood the most. Second to that was brain matter. Then came muscle. Typically, once the innards were gone and the victim turned, the others would lose interest–the flesh of their own kind didn’t appeal to them.
But Wyatt had died clean–no–mutation, no fight, Which meant the zombies were able to enjoy a full- course, almost pristine human meal. Except, of course, for the intestines.
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The sounds of frenzied chewing echoed around Wyatt’s remains. More zombies were drawn to the feast, climbing into the car with wild eyes. Some were lucky, snagging a finger or a chunk of meat. Others, not so much. They had to make do with blood–soaked socks.
Just as the entire horde piled onto the vehicle, lost in gluttonous ecstasy….
Pop, pop. pop!
Silenced shots ripped through the air.
Headshots. Every bullet precise.
Every single zombie near the front and rear of the car dropped where they stood.
The gunfire wasn’t isolated. From the front and back of the lodge, more shots rang out.
The zombies banging against the main entrance crumpled under sniper fire from above. A few had slipped in through the unlocked rear door Isabelle had opened–but they were dispatched with ease.
The whole house became a clean–up zone, centered around Theresa’s command. Her team swept every direction.
In under half an hour, the undead surrounding the first floor had been completely eradicated.
The zombie horde Wyatt and Isabelle had deliberately lured–intended as a trap for Landon–had become their own demise.
To Theresa and her team, this wasn’t even a real battle. It was barely a warm–up.
Soon, the area was secured. No real threat remained.
Theresa, west side clear!”
“Theresa, east side’s done!”
“Theresa, south is clean!”
“Theresa, north secure!”
She raised a hand, signaling the team to grab their gear. No one was to leave anything behind. They would all sleep on the first floor that night–mats on the ground, weapons within reach. At dawn, they would
move out.
Just because the zombies were gone didn’t mean they could sleep soundly.
There were still more lurking in the basement. Someone had to stand guard.
Theresa spread out her group on the first floor. Landon was being carried by Julian, who had cried his eyes out Theresa, Landon, Julian, Amelia, Rhett, and the others took refuge downstairs. Madeline was still somewhere upstairs.
Amelia stood silently at Rhett’s side, supporting him
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Julian’s face had calmed. No more tears. He carried Landon on his back with steady determination.
“I need to speak with him.” Theresa said, eyes fixed on Julian.
Julian didn’t move. He kept Landon on his back, his gaze hard. His expression said it all: he took orders. from Landon, and no one else.
Theresa narrowed her eyes.
“Put me down,” Landon muttered, his voice hoarse, eyes red. He gave Julian’s back a weak pat.
Only then did Julian gently lower him to the ground.