Chapter 29

Zoya

The zombie screeches like a vulture and takes charge with its mouth snapping air.

I brace myself for the end, already imagining death's hands around my neck, choking me slowly. I'm a tough girl, but ever since I was forced to kill my sister when she turned, I've suffered PTSD. As a result, whenever I look a zombie in the eye, I'm rendered paralyzed, too traumatized by the memory to act.

My sister screamed the day I murdered her, cried until her brown eyes turned hauntingly blue, and without thinking, I shot her. Blood splattered everywhere, painting my face red as my knees buckled. I fell on the floor and stared down at my hands, shaking for what felt like eternities until Felicia told me to get over it.

Felicia was a ruthless master, but she gave me enough strength to press on and shut off my emotions. With Felicia by my side, I could face any obstacle, but right now, I'm weak.

I'm a lone wolf without a pack, and it will be my downfall.

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