IT ALWAYS STARTS WITH SMOKE. It’s dark and I’m back in my old room in the trailer—if you can call it a room—and I stumble outta my bed. My heart’s poundin’ and I’m sweatin’ even though I know it’s just a dream. My hand shakes when I reach for the doorknob. I gotta get her....
The stench of death is so strong I have pull my shirt up over my nose. The maid’s rotting corpse lays in the middle of the room. The stink is only going to get worse. The sooner we get away from this hotel, the better. I look toward the front door and freeze. Bodies stumble around outside. Dozens...
But it doesn’t, for two main reasons. One, it’s still surrounded by a mob of undead. Two, the Sam’s Club truck is parked outside the fence. It’s clearly too big to fit inside. Something that never even occurred to me when we were loading it up at the store. D...
A hand shakes me awake. I open my eyes, and the room is so bright that I have to cover my face with my arm. When I roll over, Axl is hovering over me. “What?” I mumble, blinking as I try to clear the sleep from my foggy eyes and brain. “Hadley’s got...