With the weapon finally in hand, a grin spread across Ethan's face.
In times like these, he couldn't afford to let threats fester. Kill them in the cradle—that was the only way to stay alive a little longer.
"We're from Dorm 308," Ethan said, stepping forward. "I'm Ethan, this is Chris. What about you guys?"
The tall guy nodded. "We're from 716. I'm Sean. That's Skinny Pete, and the big guy's Big Mike."
"Just the three of you in your dorm?" Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"There was one more," Sean said, his voice tightening. "But he turned into a zombie. Lucky we caught it early this morning—if we hadn't, we'd all be dead by now."
Ethan blinked. "Damn. You guys made it out of that?"
"Barely counts as making it out," Sean said with a dry laugh. "It was three of us, one of him. He fell off the top bunk, and we managed to tie him to the bed with some sheets. That's the only reason we're still breathing."
"Still impressive," Ethan said.
