Chapter 1:
ZOEY POV
There was something about this dismal airport that chilled me to my very core.
Maybe it was the fact that there were so many dark spots for things to lurk.
Maybe it was that my team was dead, picked off one by one, and I was alone.
Or maybe it was the fact that I had just heard a screech pierce the silence
I turned all around, never giving anything the chance to sneak up on me, but those Hunters were tricky. They still had enough human understanding to wait for your most vulnerable time, but all empathetic thoughts were now replaced by a carnal instinct to feed.
All any one of them really wanted was their next meal. Sure, maybe a few still had enough sadistic traits to enjoy the fear of their prey, but ultimately they were just in it for the next feed.
Being alone had made me one of them. I was just moving on, killing one zombie and the next, never caring about cures, only self-preservation.
I was turning into one of them.
That frightened me more than any zombie in the world.
