The air was thick with the stench of rotting flesh as flies buzzed over severed limbs.
If not for the hellish scene, Josie Quinn might have mistaken it for some rich heiress having a picnic in the countryside.
Sienna Shaw wore a beautiful dress. Her skin was healthy and rosy, and even the ends of her hair had a pearly, healthy sheen.
Josie subconsciously glanced down at her own blood-stained jacket. The cuffs were smeared with sticky bits of flesh, giving off a faint, metallic stench.
Josie rubbed the stain on her cuff with her thumb and smiled nonchalantly. 'Looks like I'm really getting used to this cruel world.'
"Excuse me, do you know if there's a survivor settlement nearby?"
Sienna Shaw's voice was honey-sweet, but her eyes scanned back and forth over Felix Fields and Lucas Lockwood.
