Feeding Me to the Zombies
The deck was eerily silent, except for the increasingly shrill creaking sound of the barbed wire being hit by the zombies.
Sneering, Hans scanned the silent crowd with satisfaction. He turned to me, revealing a rare, gentle expression. "You're indeed sensible."
He reached out and took hold of my chin, his voice hushed. "Don't fret. I'll make it right once we're back at the safe zone."
I lowered my lashes, concealing the chill in my gaze, and nodded compliantly. "Alright, I believe in you."
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