Campus of the undead
“You’re not a victim in this. I’ve seen the reports, the footage from the campus. You didn’t just survive the outbreak—you thrived in it. Those zombies… they listened to you.”
Akin tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Did they?”
Erickson leaned forward, his expression dark. “What are you, Akin?”
For a moment, Akin said nothing. He let the silence stretch, enjoying the discomfort on Erickson’s face. Then, he leaned forward as far as his restraints allowed, his eyes gleaming with something feral.
“I’m the future,” he said softly.
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Erickson leaned back, his face unreadable. “The future, huh? And what does this future look like? A world overrun by the undead? Millions dead? Is that your gran
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