ERIC CONNOR.

ITALY.

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“Eric,” I hear—but I don’t stop walking. My fingers curl inside my pockets, my neck stiff. I have no interest in interacting with these walking corpses.

“Stop, you idiot. Can’t you hear me?” the female voice snaps behind me—and her hand digs into my shoulder with a pressure meant to dominate, but it trembles slightly.

“What the hell do you want now, Eliza?” I reply, jerking my elbow to knock her hand off my shoulder without looking at her. The crimson gaze of the blonde sends a chill through me—empty, yes, but sharp. I don’t know if it’s fear or the anger I’ve been carrying for being here against my will, forced to live among these monsters disguised as humans.

“You’ve been communicating with those grotesque dogs from Red Moon,” she says—and there’s a hint of doubt in her tone, as if she’s afraid of the answer.

I laugh. It’s true. But honestly, I don’t care about anything anymore at this po