Noah is a zombie with no humanity, Peter is a fugitive and Leah disappeared after her mother died. And me? Well, I'm still your average teenage zombie hunting in the woods of Brookfield, except now, I'm on Biotech's most wanted list and they will do...
His red eyes were stark against his pasty white parlor. They seemed to glow in the darkness, following my every move. I knew the knife was there, on the floor, about an inch or two away from my fingertips and it wouldn't take too much effort to reach for it. It's what I should do, the right thing. But the lines between right and wrong were so blurred and distorted now that nothing seemed right.
A biting frost seized my body and forced it to shake. Those glowing red orbs used to be understanding blue eyes, his deathly white skin used to be warm and alive. Even the way he smelled was different, death lingered around him. My fingers reached out to him but the creature in the corner hissed and flattened himself against the wall. I snapped my arm back and cradled it against my chest. Noah's dark form blurred as tears stung my eyes.
Noah is gone, my mind kept screaming but my heart refused to believe it.
This is all my fault!
From the moment I stepped into the dingy looking ice-cream truck, Noah had been watching me. Not like pray, but another predator. He was sizing me up. I knew there was no way that I could kill him no matter what he was changed into. I could see the dents in the metal where Noah had thrown his body into it like a missile. His strength and speed had basically doubled overnight, he could see me despite the lack of light in the dark cab and I knew he could smell me. Noah was now a monster.
And it only took one bite...
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I stumbled out of the trailer, smacking the door close with a bang. The truck started to shake violently from side to side and in the next instant Peter was next to me, throwing his weight into the door. I threw the latch into place and fell down into the melting snow letting out a huge breath.
"I guess that went well then." Peter said taking a step or two away from the truck.
I clenched my jaw as tears welled in my eyes. This was my fault, I'm the reason this happened to Noah. Seeing him like that nearly broke me. The only thing keeping me upright was the need to save him, to make this right.
I smashed my fists into the ground and didn't stop until Peter shrunk down into the ice next to me. He pulled me against his chest and I tried to fight him but it was useless so I just gripped his windbreaker as massive heaves shook my body.
My chest felt like is was splitting open but the pain didn't lessen. I couldn't take a breath without feeling it. Panic seized me in a cold embrace until I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
How could I let this happen?
If only I was faster, if only I had focused more, if only I had never gotten Noah involved in this. The mantra went on, with my own mind torturing me with the what if's.
