"What do we do, Ethan?" Chris asked, his voice tight with panic as he stared at the swarm closing in from both directions—easily a thousand zombies now.
Up until now, they'd had it relatively easy. Ethan's [True Sight] let them avoid large groups before they ever got close. They'd never been surrounded like this.
But with nearly 28,000 zombies on campus, it was only a matter of time. Getting boxed in like this? This was the apocalypse they'd been lucky enough to dodge—until now.
Honestly, the fact they'd survived this long, wandering around outside every day, was already a damn miracle.
Ethan's heart pounded. He hadn't expected a trip to Patterson Hall to turn into a death trap.
Their position was terrible. Ahead of them, nearly five hundred zombies blocked the path. Behind them, the screaming girls were still running straight toward them, dragging another horde in their wake.
