Joe stumbled into the living room, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.
He'd been running the entire night, leaping across rooftops, dodging through alleyways, and staying one step ahead of the hunters closing in on him from every direction.
The first thing he saw was the frantic reaction of Gabriel's wife and their young daughter.
They were sitting together on the couch, but the moment Joe appeared, both of them froze. The woman's eyes went wide with shock, and she instinctively pulled her daughter closer, wrapping an arm protectively around the girl's shoulders.
The daughter, maybe eight or nine years old stared at Joe with wide, frightened eyes.
And directly in front of them, on the television screen, was the reason for their fear.
A live broadcast.
Joe's eyes turned to the screen, and his blood ran cold.
