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Chapter 37
"There is no end to these zombies!"
While Giovani shoots down zombie after zombie, I watch my father observe us with a smile plastered to his face. Odd how he isn't helping his zombie companions fight and instead turns around to disappear into another room slowly.
"If you want to save your cute little lover, chat with me in the other room, Amelia." My father speaks from the door frame. A smile is glittering over his thin lips. "Come on, follow me."
Ryan falls onto his knees and glances up at me. He seems to be struggling not to turn into a zombie. "Don't follow him."
I bite my lower lip. Ryan looks sickly pale, and I know I don't have much time to make my decision. I should follow my father, right? The others have joined us and are shooting zombies to the left and right—I could easily track my father into the other room. It might be my only chance to prevent Ryan's death.
"Stay here," I order Ryan. "I will see what my father has to say."
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