Chloe, in her condo, is worried over the disappearance of her finace, Arlo Grimm...Arms wrapped about myself, I drifted over to the slider doors. The woods beyond the condo were just a black mass distorted by the water streaking down the glass. At least there were no zombies lurking on the patio this time (hey, it happened not so long ago, so don’t get the idea I’m paranoid or crazy).
I giggled. Maybe it was more from nerves than anything else, but I got no time to think about it because lightning glazed the dark clouds and washed across the patio.
And something jumped at the glass!
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