I sat on the floor against the aisle listening to the thuds of the undead dropping like flies. I had only heard the sharp thumps from the silenced gun a few times, which tells me he's mostly using a knife. My heart rate slowed with every minute I sat on the floor. My head was no longer dizzy and I couldn't smell that rotten flesh bag's breath in my nose anymore.
I stood up from the floor just as Sam rounded the corner of the aisle.
"Are you okay?" He crouched down in front of me and put both of his hands on my hips, turning my body from left to right. His brows pinched together as he focused on seeing if I had been bitten.
I pried his hands off of me. "I'm fine," my words came out in a whisper, but I took a deep breath and forced a smile. Sam was still crouching as he looked up at me. His gaze slowly trailed up my body until finally landing on mine. His eyes darkened and I felt my breath hitch in my throat at the sight of him. He looked... starved.
