Katie arched an eyebrow at her.
Jenni smiled at her. “I mean, what could go wrong?”
Nearby, Ashley looked pale and a little unsure on her feet. Putting her head down, she took a deep breath.
Katarina looked toward Nerit and said, “Can I tag along with you?”
Katie still felt unsteady and a little nauseous, but there was so much to do. Travis gave her a weak smile and she reached out to him. He took her hand and squeezed it.
“We stand here any longer and we’re going to end up freaking ourselves out and giving up,” Mike said after a beat. “We survived this. We survived all that shit that went down the first days. We’ll survive this. ”
Katie nodded her head, as did the others. Mike was right. They had to keep going. Standing here freaking themselves out was doing none of them a bit of good.
“So, let’s get going and get this done. What more can go wrong?”
Mike said with a laugh.
It was then that Ashley looked up, growled, and bit into Mike’s throat.
5. What Should Have Been
He's not supposed to die, was Jenni's first thought. 's the black hero of this tale. He's supposed to survive, isn't he? At least until the end…
But Mike was struggling, his throat caught in the angry bite of the tiny blond woman. Her bony arms were around him, crushing him as she tore at him. Everyone was frozen in disbelief.
It wasn't real. It couldn't be.
But it was.
“Get her off! Get her off,” Mike gasped.
Travis grabbed Ashley's long blond hair and yanked her back.
Blood sprayed everywhere, hot and red with life.
Katie moved fast, a hunting knife in her hand. The others were moving too slow, the shock of the attack dulling their reactions.
The thing that had been Ashley was now turning toward Travis, chewing the flesh she had torn from Mike’s neck. Hissing, she was about to strike again and Travis tried to duck away.
Holding the knife over her head with both hands, Katie brought it down hard. With a disgusting sound, the knife plunged through the zombie's check, shattering teeth and wedging into her jaw. They both fell to the ground, the zombie beneath, Katie on top.
Jenni ran forward, her hand holding her gun, flipping the safety off.
Katie pinned the small zombie to the ground and hacked at its head with her knife. The skull cracked beneath the blade and she kept slamming it down until the thing that had been Ashley shuddered and was silent.
Mike lay on the ground nearby, shivering violently, his hands pressed to his throat. Blood was bubbling up between his fingers and spreading on the floor around his head like a red halo. Jenni fell to her knees beside him. Feeling impotent to do anything, she laid her gloved hand on his cheek and he looked toward her.
“I didn't…see…her…” he said, looking regretful and sad.
“I know. I didn't either,” Jenni answered.
“I'm sorry, but keep…going…” Mike whispered, and was gone.
Jenni drew her hand back. Tears streamed down her face.
Travis drew his gun and aimed it at Mike’s head.
“Do it,” Katie said softly, standing slowly, wiping off her knife on her jeans.