Chapter 8: 8

Chapter 8 Week six. I was in the greenhouse—really just a section of the warehouse with grow lights and hydroponic systems—when Ryan came running. "Emma! There's someone at the gate." My heart jumped. "Infected?" "No. A man. Alive. He's asking for you specifically." I already knew who it was before I reached the gate. David stood outside the fence, looking haggard. His expensive clothes were dirty and torn. His face was gaunt, covered in stubble. He looked nothing like the polished...