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 w