The casino tower loomed like a broken lighthouse—glass and steel catching the faint moonlight, windows flickering sporadically from backup systems or dying emergency lights. It had once been the crown jewel of City H, attached to the mall by a gleaming skybridge. It had been advertised as hurricane proof, riot proof, tsunami proof, and—ironically—apocalypse resistant.
Sera didn't want to be the one to break it to someone like Lachlan who believed the myth about the building, but it definitely wasn't zombie proof.
From where Sera crouched on the edge of the rooftop across the street, she could see them.
Zombies.
Hundreds of them. They were both inside and outside of the building, and from what she was getting from the creature, they were pissed.
