Chapter 32

“How do you know she’s out there?” he whispered in return.

I put my hand to my chest. “Trust me, I know.”

We stood that way, crouched to a degree, backs bent, for what seemed like forever but couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, fifteen at most. I could hear the wind as it whipped by, could hear the groans of the passing zombies and, all too soon, could also hear voices echoing in the distance.

I leaned my face closer to Ricky’s. “They’re coming,” I whispered, terror now gripping me. I couldn’t get captured now, not when she needed me, and so I simply I stood, motionless, my eye peeking through a gap.

“Find her!” I heard, the voice chilling my already frigid body to the bone. Oddly, it sounded vaguely familiar, almost long-forgotten. Almost. My mind is playing tricks on me, I thought. Fear, I knew, could do that to a person, even a long-dead person such as myself.