Sean crept down the stairs, every step slow and deliberate, like the floor might betray him with a creak. He kept his eyes locked on the corner ahead, half-expecting a zombie to lurch out at any second.
Luring zombies was a high-risk job—everyone knew that. But Sean had shot his mouth off earlier, and now he had no choice but to swallow his pride and deal with it.
He reached the landing and peeked around the corner. Nothing. Relief started to bloom in his chest—until he saw them.
Two pairs of blood-red eyes stared straight up at him from the shadows below.
"Shit—!"
He spun on his heel and bolted back up the stairs.
Behind him, the zombies let out guttural howls and gave chase, their footsteps pounding up the stairwell.
Sean burst through the rooftop door, panting. Ethan was already there, waiting.
"How many?" Ethan asked, all business.
"Two!"
"Goddammit, I said one at a time!"
"Like I planned this?" Sean snapped. "They came as a package deal!"
