Zoe was drenched, shaking and pale. Tears ran down her cheeks, but I don’t think she was even aware. She pushed into the dark, dirty basement, pulling the bags with her. I hefted Amie’s dead weight, dragging her into the cool space. She was completely unconscious. The virus was working its way into her organs. Before long, she’d be past the point where my serum would do any good for her. I could inject her now, but I needed to know Zoe was okay first. She was standing in the middle of the room, water dripping from her hair and eyes as she stared down at Zack’s bag in her hand. I made sure the door to the outside was bolted behind us before going over to talk to her. Zack was gone. I had no idea what to expect from her. “Zoe?” I whispered softly, approaching her slowly. She sniffled and looked up at me. “Stop acting like I’m a strange dog you’re afraid is going to bite, please.”
