It wasn't a zombie.
It wasn't anything, human or non human.
Just a bunch of flowers.
Ethan stared at them for a heartbeat, then leaned out the door and studied the hall. Nothing. No smell, no sign of anything human. Whoever—or whatever—had delivered these flowers had disappeared as fast as they'd arrived.
He glanced down at the flowers again. Why would anyone deliver flowers ... A chill ran up his spine. Maybe they were meant as a gift—but not a gift of life.
He whirled, his form blurring as he raced towards Shirley. He swept her up in his arms, not stopping as he raced toward the bathroom.
What the hell ... ?
I think it's a small bomb.
Her fear swirled around him, sharp and acrid. He jumped into the large tub and pushed
her head down, then covered her body with his own. A half second later there was a rush of almost deafening noise. Heat and dust swirled through the air, covering them in a fine blanket of grey.