Page 23 of My Undead Love Life

Mad rolled his eyes. “He’s not saying your name, Luck.”

“Oh. Duh.” I forced out a chuckle.

Neither of them laughed.

We came too close to death today. Hundreds of infected flooded every block and alley we could see, and they hadn’t been there before. We didn’t even see them coming. We'd spent the entire afternoon trying to avoid them before getting cornered near the subway entrance.

Then, we'd made the mistake of heading underground.

“Worst subway system ever,” I muttered.

That got a small chuckle out of Mad. “Always has been, honestly. The escape routes are fucked down here.”

“Yeah, that, and because it has too many zombies.” I huffed.

Oxi rubbed a tired hand over his face. “You complained about ‘too many zombies’ every twenty minutes.”

“Because every twenty minutes there were more zombies,” I pointed out.

The deeper we'd gone underground, the worse it got. The infected weren't behaving normally. They were getting smarter by the day. Those fuckers had been coordinating and driving us into narrower spaces.

“We ran for over an hour,” I said quietly. “Maybe longer.”

“It was longer,” Mad confirmed.

“About two,” Oxi added.

My legs still ached from it. We'd sprinted through tunnels, maintenance corridors, abandoned platforms, and flooded sections of track while the dead chased us relentlessly. Every time we'd thought we'd lost them, another group appeared. Every turn led to more. Every escape route Mad knew ended up cut off.

I looked toward Spencer again. Her boyfriend had chosen to stay behind to save her.

We would’ve been dead without them. When we came up on the train car with shattered windows and saw the redhead with the katana and man with the rifle, it brought us hope.

The way he'd immediately started negotiating for her survival before his own made my chest ache.

“Her man really loved her,” I mumbled.

Mad nodded slowly. “Yeah, he did.”

“He wasn't even thinking about himself,” I added, voice cracking.

“Nope,” Oxi agreed.

Outside, another distant groan echoed through the tunnel.

I swallowed hard. “Do you think he's still alive?”

Mad’s gaze dropped to the floor.

Oxi stared toward the door.

We all knew what kind of odds he'd been facing, and it wasn’t good.

Mad exhaled quietly. “It’d be a miracle.”

Across from us, Spencer shifted in her sleep, and a small, broken sound escaped her lips.

We all looked over toward her. She was curled up on the concrete floor a few feet away from us. She’d cried herself to sleep a few minutes ago. Sleep didn’t feel like the right word, though. It was more like grief had overwhelmed her body to the point of shutdown.