"No problem." The only two women among the ten patted their chests confidently.

"Move out!" Wesley waved his hand, brimming with high spirits.

He was, at heart, just a salesman—good with words. He'd never imagined that one day he'd manage to talk nine people into following his command. This wasn't organizing a dinner outing. This was killing and looting.

That made the weight of his "leadership" feel all the more substantial.

They made their way into the parking garage, using a flashlight to