"Have you guys ever seen a zombie before?" Ethan asked, his tone casual but probing.
"Uh… zombie?"
A few of the kids looked confused, glancing at each other before shaking their heads.
"Nope. Never seen one."
That answer caught Ethan off guard. The entire town was smack in the middle of what should've been zombie central.
And yet… they'd never seen one?
It was like this place had been deliberately shielded—like some kind of human utopia in the middle of hell.
"Milo! Time to come home for dinner!"
A voice called out nearby. Ethan turned toward it and saw a girl walking over. She looked about seventeen or eighteen, wearing a traditional Ojibwe ribbon skirt that swayed gently with her steps. Beaded strands hung across her chest, and a silver brooch caught the sunlight, glinting softly. A feather clip was tucked into her hair, and silver earrings dangled from her ears, chiming faintly with her movements—like whispers in the wind.
