Dylan's brows furrowed. He'd thought that once he made his call to action, everyone would rally together, united against the Zombie King.
But right out of the gate, he hit resistance.
And just like Mia, the one standing in his way now was another pretty girl.
What the hell was going on?
What kind of spell did this Zombie King from L.A. have over people?
"Why won't you go?" Dylan asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Because that Zombie King from L.A. saved my life," Lily said firmly. "There's no way I could go against him."
Dylan clenched his jaw, forcing down his frustration. "He saved your life to manipulate you. Come on, humans and zombies are enemies. He sees us as food—there's no way he helped you out of the goodness of his heart."
