"Group of Infected approaching! Multiple targets, coming from the east!"
Both Rebecca and Mei immediately turned their attention toward the source of the warning, their personal conflict instantly forgotten in the face of potential danger.
Rebecca's hand instinctively went to the knife sheathed at her belt—a weapon she'd been training with but had never actually used in real combat against Infected.
Mei immediately started moving toward the commotion. Rebecca followed a few steps behind, matching her pace.
The warning was coming from the opposite direction, not from Atlantic City where Ryan and the others had gone, but from the road leading back the way they'd come. That was unusual. Most of the Infected they'd encountered had been stragglers wandering out from the city itself, drawn by old instincts toward areas that had once held large populations.
