(LUCIAN)
Waking up to Landon nearly always made me happy.
Waking up to Landon shouting, "Oh, fucking shit, there's more of them," after a night full of killing zombies in the woods?
Not so much.
I popped out of bed like I'd been electrocuted.
Usually I woke up first, but apparently Landon had gotten up to piss or something; the sky outside the windows was still pitch- black.
Landon had plastered himself to the bigger window near the front door, and he turned to me with his hair all ruffled from sleep, pillow creases on his cheek, and a look of abject horror on his face.
I peered out the window. The deep shadows of trees across the clearing, faint moonlight reflecting from snow… and four shambling bodies, in a state of advanced decay, leaving churned-up, messy snow trails in their wake.
One of them had left a skeletal hand too, it looked like. Fucking gross.
"Where the fuck are they coming from?" Landon hissed. "We killed them all, right?"
I shot him a glance. "We?"
