Everywhere Brad looked, it was bedlam. Walking dead caught people running between cars and dragged them to the ground. Vehicles trying to get away kept hitting each other, like a demolition derby. A few times they even ran over people. Izzy was limping. Adams pulled her up the hill. Mort herded t...
The room was dark and quiet, the only sound being the snoring of the dog lying next to me. My clothes were soaked with sweat, and my head was thumping. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve sworn I had a hangover. I couldn’t remember much since being brought back to the house, just brief flashes, ...