Grant nearly screamed at the top of his lungs. It was as if the louder he was the more he could convince himself of his own words.
What was worse than monsters? Worse than zombies that could eat you alive?
Grant or anyone would have another answer to that question if not for what they witnessed Noah had done to Neal.
And the worst part wasn't just what Noah had done….It was the fact that no one could stop him.
Mark, for the last time, wanted to convince Grant, convince everyone here who was still worth saving, that they were making the wrong decision.
Suddenly, a loud commotion sounded behind them. Glass shattered, the sound of something metal and heavy crashed onto the floor that elicited an even greater effect of broken glass.
Everyone else was startled by the sudden noise, but Mark was different.
His head hung low, his thoughts were one of resignation and defeat. His entire body was filled with so much turmoil that his pursed lips were slowly drawing blood.
