A breeze swept through the trees, his hood blew off his head, and I blinked, seeing Damon Torrance standing there with the shovel in his hand and the body of a dead woman at his feet. I sucked in a breath and his eyes shot up, his whole body freezing as our eyes locked. Shit. My blood drained, and I couldn’t inhale. He dropped the shovel and headed toward me, charging hard and steady down the small hill as I stumbled backward, too scared to take my eyes off him. Something caught my eye, and I looked behind him, seeing the woman’s hand flop over and her head move. “She’s moving,” I choked out,
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