Page 59 of Property of Zombie

“Damn, that’s awesome,” Whiz adds, ignoring my glare.

“I hope they’re still hungry,” Trick says.

As for me, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see a man’s shoe at the end of the severed leg. “It’s not her.”

“No shit,” Whiz bites out.

I glance at Quake. “Toss him in. We’ll come back once we find Lucy.”

Quake makes his way to a lower part of the fence and tosses Martin over like he weighs nothing. Leo and Sarabi pounce on their new snack, ripping him limb from limb. His howls of pain fill the air, but in seconds, he goes silent. I don’t know if he’s dead or just passed out from the pain, and I don’t give a fuck.

All I care about is finding Lucy. Someone threw that other man in with the lions, and who knows if they’ve got my girl or not.

That’s the only explanation for her silence.

A noise floats on the air, and I cock my head to listen.

“Is that…” Whiz begins, his words trailing off so he can listen as well.

A blood-curdling scream echoes in the night, and I know in my bones that it’s coming from Lucy.

“Lucy!” I shout, but the only sound I hear is the splashing of water. “Frosty.”

I sprint toward the arctic section of the zoo, my heart in my throat with every step I take.

“What’s a damn snowman have to do with all of this?” Trick asks as he falls into step next to me.

“Frosty’s a polar bear,” I say.

“Aw, damn.”

I skid to a halt when we reach the clear wall holding the polar bears in. My knees buckle as I stare at the blood-red water, and I collapse because there’s no sign of Lucy.

“We’re too late,” I whisper brokenly. “I’m too fucking late.”