"A rift must've opened nearby," Momo said as she wrenched the steering wheel, sending the Hijet swerving around a shambling figure with half its torso missing. "This is clearly an outbreak. We need to let the hunters work and get away from here!"
Cecilia gripped the dashboard. The headlights swept across the dark road, illuminating more of them. More jerking shapes and dragging limbs, more empty faces turned toward the tiny truck with something that looked horribly like hunger.
Then she really looked at them.
The black filth coating their bodies was unmistakable, choking the ocean, corrupting the water until it had become something hostile and wrong. But this was the same substance, clinging to human skin like oil.
Humans.
These were humans.
