Dylan whipped his head around—and froze.
Somehow, without him noticing, someone had appeared right beside him. The man stood tall and straight, strikingly handsome, dressed in a crisp white shirt that seemed almost too clean for this world.
"Wha—"
Dylan's eyes went wide, his face twisted in shock. He stumbled back two steps, already recognizing who it was.
"The Zombie King from L.A.?!"
He turned to Mia, voice rising in disbelief. "Mia! You—You actually brought the Zombie King here?!"
"Aaahhh—!"
Screams erupted around them. Dr. Morgan's research team—men and women alike—backed away in terror, pressing themselves against the walls.
Someone slammed the emergency alarm. Instantly, the lab was bathed in flashing red lights, the shrill wail of the siren cutting through the air like a blade.
The crimson glow flickered across Ethan's face, casting it in shifting shadows.
