One moment, Luck was slouched over, dreaming about his first time.
The next thing he knew, he was jolted awake by the system alarm. The barrier was gone.
He stepped out of the motel and found himself in a city that looked like someone built it in Sim City but never bothered to update past "Catastrophic Event."
The buildings around him were modern, but every window was either shattered or gummed over with layers of ash.
Skyscrapers canted at ugly angles, spines cracked, a few still stubbornly upright like the last teeth in a boxer's jaw.
Looking around, he saw no sign of a welcoming committee—the brain eating zombies.
Luck figured they would play by Night Rules, which meant he had until dusk to prep.
'God, let it be slow ones,' he muttered. He'd seen enough Korean horror to know that all bets were off if these ones did parkour.
Not that Western zombie movies were any better—especially that one where the monsters looked more like aliens than corpses.
