THE LAST PACK
Her hand still touching my skin, her habit, comfort.
A sharp crash jolted me awake. My heart hammered as I blinked the sleep from my eyes—three infected staggered toward us, barely a few feet away. Instinct took over. I shoved Emily behind me and surged to my feet, gripping my stick like a spear.
The nearest infected lunged; I swung hard, the wood thudding into its skull. It crumpled, black blood splattering the ashes. Another infected snarled, reaching for me, but Liam was already behind it. He plunged his blade down, fast and brutal. Salem sprang beside him, slashing at the third infected's legs, sending it sprawling. It let out a strangled cry.
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