Ray woke up from a deep sleep.

It was day eight of the apocalypse.

He took his time brushing his teeth and washing up, then sat down for breakfast. Only after that did he finally pick up his phone.

Hm?

Rudy had been found, and his throat had been slit.

Someone had tagged him in the group chat and posted photos.

That was fast. Ray had expected Rudy to hide for at least a few days.

He replied in the group: [Add me as a friend. You can come claim the reward anytime—schedule's up to you.]

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