Joe put the SUV into gear and drove under the curved prison sign—a sign that I figured I’d never see again—and headed away from the facility. As we drove into the oncoming sunset, Violet put a CD into the car’s player and turned the volume to maximum. Jon Bon Jovi erupted from the speakers with “Living on a Prayer” as the red night sky became more prominent. The evening’s crimson sunset was far from a red-sky-at-night occasion; it was, in fact, the fires of a thousand homes and lives coming to an end and marked the birth of the zombie apocalypse . . .
Little did I know at the time that Eddie was far from destroyed.
Suffering from the zombie equivalent of a concussion, he regained consciousness and got back to his feet as the SUV disappeared through the prison gates. For whatever reason or purpose that drove Eddie, he now began to pursue the SUV. There was no need to run; he could sense the half breed and would catch up to him in the fullness of time. Already many of the horde had made their way into the center of Tallahassee, where the numbers of the living were now falling at an alarming rate...
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