"Any ideas?" Rhett murmured to Henrik, barely moving his lips as they kept walking.
As they marched through the ruined streets of Brookside, Rhett caught glimpses of other zombies in the formation. A woman whose arms had been replaced with mechanical appendages—some kind of enhancement quirk twisted into undeath. A man whose skin had turned to stone, now serving as living armor for those around him. Each one had been someone once, with lives and dreams and fears.
Rhett didn't know what would happen if they followed the Zombie Queen into the arena, but he was pretty sure it would not be good. Natos had used it as a threat. The squatter had said the word in fear. Besides, arenas never had a positive connotation. Even as he closed his eyes, he could imagine the bloodshed and fighting that would be seen in an ancient colosseum.
He wanted absolutely none of that. He wanted no unnecessary fighting, nothing that halted his journey to save Lucille and the list.
