When Ethan said, "Welcome back," Sean finally let out the breath he'd been holding. Relief washed over him, tinged with something sharp and bitter. He'd once walked beside Ethan as an equal. Now, he was asking to follow.
But after everything the apocalypse had taught him, he knew one thing for sure—only the strong survived. And Ethan? Ethan wasn't just strong. He was terrifying.
Across the room, Matt's face darkened.
He'd strutted around like a king in front of Sean's group, but deep down, he knew the truth. Against those three monsters—Ethan, Chris, and Henry—he didn't stand a chance. Hell, even if his Boxing Club had been at full strength, they'd still get steamrolled.
He'd seen it with his own eyes: Ethan killing a Tier 3 zombie like it was a stray dog. That kind of power? That was Tier 4. Already.
In just a few days.
It was insane.
