Every head pointed toward the basements as the marked people beneath us screamed, and the zombies that were trying to kill us answered by moving faster.
Gu Han's people ran through the street with no idea where they were supposed to go. Which stood to reason considering that they needed colored cloths to know which places were theirs.
I watched as some tried to reach the largest house while others pulled children out of doorways and headed toward the southern road.
The armed men on the rooftops were firing into the crowd.
Which was stupid because that only made the zombies look up.
"Idiots," I muttered, really not impressed.
Chenghai put me down behind the SUV, but his hand remained around my waist until I proved without a shadow of a doubt that both legs were willing to hold me.
Gu Han stood near the center of the street, shouting orders at people who had stopped listening the moment the zombies showed up.
