“Okay,” I narrowed my eyes, “That’s not nothing.”
“I’m fine,” he insisted. “I’ve just gone too long without eating.”
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
The kind of calm someone uses when they’re forcing themselves to stay in control.
Ben raised a brow. “Are you running a fever?”
Adrian hesitated.
It was the first time I’d seen him do that since this whole nightmare started.
“Possibly,” he admitted.
Fuck.
Another impact shook the door, but for once, we had bigger problems.
I wiped my hand across the back of my neck and froze.
My skin felt hot.
“Shit,” I muttered. Did I have a fucking fever, too?
Ben looked at me. “What?”
I rubbed my face again, suddenly aware of the heat building under my skin. No way this was happening.
Adrian cocked his head and studied me for a moment. “You’re flushed.”
Ben looked at both of us in concern.
None of us wanted to say what we were beginning to suspect.
The alarm outside kept screaming, as the infected could be heard surrounding the building. And now it seemed like we might become one of them.
Another scraping noise came from below the door.
I looked down and saw gray, rotted fingers forcing their way beneath the gap at the bottom, clawing blindly across the concrete.
“Oh, hell no.” I stepped forward and stomped down hard.
Bones crunched under my boot, even as the pounding in my head grew stronger.
Ben nodded with approval. “Good job, boy.”
“Should I roll over and show my belly?” He was annoying the hell out of me.
My skin felt like it was burning, and the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter.
“Always the smartass,” Ben growled in annoyance.
I ignored him as my mind started to drift, and Grace’s face flashed through my thoughts again.
The hallway.
