They lightened their steps, moving like stalking felines, cautiously creeping toward the sound.
Every so often, after they had covered some distance, a strange noise would sound out.
Eventually, they stopped in front of a five-story building. Its exterior walls were riddled with bullet holes, its windows were shattered, and a faded sign read "Community Medical Center."
Then, Josie Quinn's gaze froze.
There, half-buried in the snow near the entrance, lay a shard from a white enamel basin, its edge chipped and stained with dirty blood.
It was the same basin Jude Sheffield and the others had used to attract zombies!
"It's Jules!" Josie Quinn immediately turned to Cole.
"Wait!" Cole grabbed her arm, his eyes sharp. "Someone clearly lured us here on purpose."
Of course, Josie Quinn knew they had just been drawn here by the noises.
Something was definitely wrong here, but they had to go in and see.
