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CHAPTER 2

Reed

I knew the moment they stepped into the government building I should’ve run away. But I thought hiding out in the room, they would pass me, and one of them almost did. Until the other entered the room. Then I thought they would get scared of the noises. It usually does the trick when you breathe heavily and growl. Most run for the hills.

Not these two.

The taller one, with overgrown blond hair, wears an old varsity jacket. His jeans are a bit too tight; I’m surprised the button hasn’t popped off yet. But he’s not the one I’m focused on. It’s the other one.

The shaggy blond hair that falls over his forehead makes him swipe it back only for his hair to fall back into his eyes. It’s cute. His sharp jawline flexes as he widens his stance, appearing like he’s not afraid. But the slight shake of his hands as he held a few rocks tells me otherwise. Does he really believe rocks would kill a zombie? Does he not realize I could snap his neck, and it has nothing to do with the undead?