A Bite of Zombie

Chapter 4

Rosie was dead, this beautiful woman now laid lifeless on the ground,

bullet between her eyes and a smile upon her lips. Brook didn't even know her,

yet she felt herself wanting to shed tears for the woman. Nobody deserved such

a thing. Taking a step back, she nearly tripped over her own feet. Why was she

so clumsy at times like this? Adam put his glock back into the holster and

sighed. He took a minute to mourn the dead then turned and faced her. He was

perfection, even the scars didn't dent his beauty. One scar made a jagged line

from the top of his eyebrow and down to his cheek, the other one a faint line

from the corner of his lip and down to his chin. Her breath caught in

her throat. This was most certaintly not the time to get hot from a guy like

this. Especially after...She glanced down at the woman and felt sadness replace

the heat that was threatening to overtake her.

"Who.are.you?" He gritted out.

Adam was like a bear, a large mean grizzily bear, but she couldn't help

her response to him.

"Brooklyn..." She muttered under her breath.

"Well, Brooklyn, why are you here?" He crossed his arms over his wide

chest, those blue eyes burning into hers.

"Um..." She looked away for a moment, scared to give up all her secrets. "I

am surviving, that's why I am here."

He snickered, but the look in his eyes were dead and cold. His eyes

reminded her of a predator. Was she his prey? Brook looked back down at Rosie,

half expecting her to get up and say, "Hey guys, I'm still here you know!" But

there was nothing, not even the rise of her chest. Inhaling the air, she smelled

the blood and it beckoned her, called to her. She fought the need to fed upon

the dead womans meat and blood.

"Since you are also a survivor, come with me." It was a demand.

Brook didn't like his tone, but held back the words she wanted to say.

Which were "Fuck.Off." Suddenly, Adam took her smaller hand in a death grip and

dragged her away. She held down the need to pull her hand away and let the man

do as he pleased. She felt bad leaving the body behind. Shouldn't they do a

proper burial? As if reading her mind, he spoke up, "We can't risk them

noticing we are here. Burying her will take too much time."

The sound of his voice was strained, making her frown. He really did

care for Rosie and now that poor woman was gone. Did she have a family? Was he