She was in there, holding out. There were others, but she was the one he needed to rescue. She’d never noticed him before, never given him the time of day; he didn’t exist in her world. But if he could rescue her now, literally snatch her from the jaws of death, she would see him for what he was. She would love him as he loved her.
He could go in any time, but he waited. The moment had to be perfect. There had to be real danger, and there weren’t enough zombies around. Maybe if he led some here…
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