The next morning…
"Ahhh—!"
"Help! Somebody help!"
"There's a monster—!"
The peaceful hush of dawn shattered under a wave of screams—raw, panicked, and everywhere. The entire campus echoed with the sound of terror, a rising tide of chaos and despair.
"What the hell is going on down there?!"
Ethan jerked awake, groaning as a dull headache throbbed behind his eyes. He rubbed his temples, still half-drunk and groggy, then pushed himself off the rooftop floor. Stumbling to the edge, he leaned over the railing to see what all the noise was about.
What he saw made his blood run cold.
The courtyard below was a massacre.
Bodies—mangled, torn, half-eaten—were strewn across the pavement like discarded trash. Blood soaked the concrete in wide, dark stains. And moving among the carnage were figures—dozens of them—drenched in gore, hunched over limbs and torsos, gnawing like animals.
Their eyes glowed red. Their skin was rotting. Their mouths were smeared with blood.
