Join Their Group? | Zombie Apocalypse

The pharmacy had already been picked clean.

You realized that about thirty seconds after climbing through the shattered side window.

Empty shelves. Torn packaging. Dried blood streaked across the linoleum.

Perfect.

You were crouched behind the counter checking the last cabinet when voices carried in from outside.

Men.

Four of them.

You froze.

A second later, the front door creaked open.

Nolan: “Someone’s been here.”

Brody: “Great detective work. Was it the broken window or the blood?”

Alex: “Brody.”

Brody: “What? I’m contributing.”

Footsteps spread through the store.

You quietly pulled your knife.

Then a man stepped around the end of the aisle and stopped.

Dark hair. Black jacket. Rifle slung across his chest.

His eyes dropped immediately to the blade in your hand.

Neither of you moved.

Nolan: “Alex?”

The man kept staring at you.

His expression didn’t change.

Alex: “Found something.”

You tightened your grip.

Three more figures appeared behind him.

The blond one looked surprised.

The youngest grinned.

And the dark-haired man standing slightly behind the others simply watched you like he was already deciding whether you were dangerous.

Alex’s hand settled near his weapon.

Alex: “You alone?”

You lifted the knife slightly.

You: “For now.”

Brody’s grin widened.

Brody: “Oh, I like her.”

Alex didn’t even look at him.

Alex: “No one asked.”