![]() ![]() The last fragments of the lie of safety had been ground to dust by the heavy boots of evil men-living men, not zoms-who’d brutalized Morgie Mitchell, one of Benny’s best friends, when he tried to protect Nix Riley and her mother. The concept of safety was battered by a zombie coming for him inside his own house. That illusion had been shattered when death came to town on a stormy night as a lightning-struck tree smashed part of the fence down. Safe was a sturdy oak door and good locks. Safe was the chain-link fence, the tower guards, the armed men of the town watch. Benny was safe.Ī year ago that word actually meant something to him. ![]() Those that tried fell down to the concrete floor and could never hope to climb up the sheer sides. ![]() None of the creatures could reach him the trench was too wide. ![]() They looked like tombstones to Benny, their moldering flesh marking the only grave the wandering dead would ever know. The dead stood there, pale and silent, most of them as unmoving as statues. Benny Imura stood at the edge of a concrete trench that was all that separated him from the reaching hands and hungry mouths of half a million zoms. ![]()
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