Benji silently reaches for his weapon, his usual grin absent. He's quick like that; can go from joking to deadly serious in the blink of an eye.
The others aren't awake yet. Vic and Dom are still dead to the world, and I don't want to wake them unless I have to.
Trish meets my eyes. "Animal?" she mouths.
I shake my head. It's too heavy to be an animal.
Then we hear it. It's a wet, shuffling noise, like something dragging itself through the undergrowth.
Trish grips her knife. "Zombie?"
I don't know. But I do know we can't wait for it to get closer. I motion for them to follow and move. And so we did. We move slowly and quietly toward the sound.
Benji leads, because he's the best at this. Even half-asleep, he moves like a shadow, barely making a sound. Trish stays close behind me.
The smell gets stronger. We creep forward, knives raised, eyes scanning the dark.
Then we see it. Oh, my God. This is not a fucking zombie. Not exactly.
