The plastic strips trembled again even as I stared at them.
I was not willing to give up the supplies that were here. I might joke about it, I might swear that I didn't need them.
But that didn't mean I didn't want them.
And that made them mine.
"I still say it just a few ghosts," I muttered, my eyes narrowing on the movement. "I'm sure that there has been a few deaths over their pumpkin pie that would have resulted in pissed off ghosts. Even I think those things are to die for."
I looked over my shoulder at the men, and not a single one of them even cracked a smile.
Seriously!?
It wasn't hard to use your brain to figure out what was out there.
Rats.
I shuddered at that idea. Honestly, ghosts would have been better. Ghosts were usually dramatic, but at least they didn't make wet chittering noises from behind warehouse doors.
What was worse was that while rats and zombie rats sounded the same, their diet was completely different...
