Lucy woke with a scream trapped in her throat. Her eyes flew open, and she scrambled backward, searching desperately for somewhere to hide. She expected to see rotting faces, bloodstained hands, and dead eyes staring hungrily at her.Instead, she saw a white ceiling. For several seconds, she couldn't understand what she was looking at. Her breathing came in short, painful bursts as she searched the room for the monsters that had torn her apart.Nothing.There were no screams, no growling, no smell of blood. No infected people trying to break through the windows. Only the familiar curtains, the wardrobe beside her bed, and the soft morning light coming through the window.Lucy pressed herself against the headboard.“No,” she whispered. “No, this can't be happening.”She looked down at her body. Her clothes were clean, her hands were uninjured, and her skin was free of the wounds she remembered receiving when the zombies caught her. She touched her shoulder. The place where the infected
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