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A female news anchor's face appeared on the screen, her expression solemn and concerned. "Good evening, I'm Sarah Lee and I have some breaking news for our viewers. A new casino in Clyde, Marion, has been the target of gang violence. According to eyewitnesses, the bar was burnt down by members of a notorious gang in the city. The police are investigating the incident and are warning the public to stay away from the area."

Lorenzo demanded, his voice cold and sharp. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re guests are well taken care of. Please forgive this mistake, sir. I hope you can forget about it. I won’t allow another mistake like this to happen again,” Violetta said, biting her lip nervously. She turned around to leave but Lorenzo stopped her. “Oh and Red? I want her for me. Just for me.”

I yell and struggle under him. He lifts himself but only enough to hover and glare at me, “You are in no position to make demands right now,” he seethes through his teeth. A pause, how do you respond to something like that in a way that won’t lead to you losing your life? I suddenly give him the brightest smile I can muster, “Red looks good on you Parks,” I reach out and touch his ears, “All we need now is smoke coming out of this and you will be perfect.”

I scoffed quietly. The same words, the same actions, the same expression. Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari. "Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!" Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!" I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. "Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"

Kora’s POV The sky turned red as dusk settled over the compound, streaks of gold fading into a deep burnished orange. The training field looked different at this hour—emptier, quieter, the air charged with the kind of tension that always came before a storm. Edward was already there, standing at the far edge near the trees, his jacket off, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked like the Alpha everyone feared again. Hard, focused, dangerous. But when his eyes met mine, the edge softened, just a little.

President Gunford passed the microphone to a woman nearby. "Let me set a few things, guys," said Ms. Pola. "Out there are zombies!" he pointed to the majority of District 3. "Each zombie has the intention of taking away your flag. When a zombie takes away your flag, you are already disqualified. But here's a thing, zombies also have a flag. Red flag. When taken to take their flag, it means you won't be attacked or chased by that zombie. You are invisible with his eyes. The one who reaches the finish line with the reddest flags, that's the winner!" The people cheered. They seemed to like what was going to happen.

I tuned the dial, searching for any government or military frequency. Static. More static. Then— “This is the Colorado National Guard, 142nd Brigade. Identify yourself.” I almost cried with relief. “This is the Aspen Sanctuary. I’m Dr. Scarlett. We are under zombie attack and require immediate extraction.” A pause. “Please repeat your location.” “The Aspen ski resort, the converted sanctuary. Coordinates are—” “Hold on.” The voice turned cold. “You mean the location we've marked as a Red Zone?” “Red Zone? What does that mean?”

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Like finding hope in the midst of her resignation. She was pulling out a drawer when her fingers touched something on the outer bottom of the drawer. A brown folder with adhesive around it. Thea carefully opened the tape that sealed the folder. The piece of newspaper slid down the moment the folder opened. Thea picked it up and held it close under the candlelight. Her eyes widened. The yellow newspaper clipping in her hand revealed two blurry photos. A house that was engulfed in flames and a photo of its ruins after it was extinguished in large writing above the two photos: