If there are any guilty ones here, I can't tell it, because they're all either royally pissed, or scared. Micah caught up with me, his arm sliding around my waist like I was his new security blanket. He was at the end of the island looking at me with his serious kitty-cat eyes. Stay out of my head.
Then it changed. But I knew what was coming, because I'd fed zombies off my own blood before. That scar ruined his handsomeness enough for her to leave him whole. She was still about my size, with honey-blond hair and a figure that was both petite and full-figured.
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