"The usual?" I ask, already knowing the answer. He doesn't reply and simply nods at me. He's distanced, deep in thought. I step out of his car and leave him alone with his thoughts. As I enter the shop, the bell above the door rings, announcing my arrival. I glance around at the wooden benches lining both sides, it's completely empty.
The zombie slowly moved inside a hallway to the end, out of Mark's vision. Slowly removing his hand, he exhaled in relief and used his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his face. Not willing to stay there anymore, Mark quickly opened the refrigerator and stored 10 water bottles inside the bag.
No no nooooooooo aaaaaaa shE just spOiLed the whole story i don’t wanna read it anymore ommg
He craned his neck and looked back, he saw the creature was screaming (that sound will remain haunting him even if he survived and get out of there) and unlucky for him, she was a lot closer than he taught she was.
I don’t like the Fact that the writer mentions that the character “will never forget what happened after” it decreases the value of the book. (Personal opinion)