Much stronger than before.
The hallway stretched out in front of me?—
And at the far end… the door to the sick room had buckled inward, and the wood was splintered.
“Fuck.” I whispered. “The sick must have turned.” I glanced around cautiously.
They could be anywhere. My head jerked back around to look at the busted door when I heard shuffling moving in my direction.
A hand grabbed the jagged edges of the wood.
Skin torn.
Movements jerky.
Wrong.
Then—
Engines.
Faint.
Far.
I froze and lifted my head slowly.
There it was again.
Low at first, then slowly becoming clearer.
Multiple engines. I could hear them downshift when they took the sharp curve that was a mile away from the clubhouse.
What the hell was going on? There was no way any normal person could hear them from that far away. Every shift, every rev of the motor, heading here fast.
My brow furrowed. “That’s not…” I muttered.
The engines grew louder.
Closer.
Too fast.
Then—gunfire.
I could hear Max lunging toward my bedroom door, growling low, full of fury.
My head snapped toward the front of the clubhouse. Then back to the hallway. Two problems at the same time.
“Perfect,” I muttered.
Suddenly, bodies began spilling out of the room.
Three.
No—
Four.
