Retreats [repack] - Zombie

Elena felt something crack inside her chest. It was the ice she had built around her heart.

“Could still be a trap,” Marcus grumbled, but he was already smiling. zombie retreats

She didn’t argue. Arguing took energy, and energy was calories she couldn’t spare. The last can of beans had been emptied two days ago. The only thing left in their camp—a half-collapsed gas station—was the faint, chemical smell of old fuel and the distant, wet groaning from the treeline. Elena felt something crack inside her chest