Chapter 19

When Lathe finally stopped swinging his weapon, he saw that he was surrounded by dead flesh, graves gaping open, and dead eyes staring into a black sky.

“Oh, God,” he whispered when the extent of the horror before him began to sink in. It was at that moment that he fully understood what had happened to Snakehead and his gang. Their constant use of drugs and alcohol, along with living a violent lifestyle had finally driven them over the edge. In their minds they were truly zombies. Robbing graves, desecrating tombstones, even eating dead flesh.

Even though he felt weak from all he’d been through, he forced himself to pull out his phone and report the incident to the precinct. When he finally heard the sirens in the distance, and saw lights dancing in the dark sky, he sunk to his knees and cried.

“I didn’t sign up for this!” Lathe yelled as the gruntsran toward him.