The second the Banshee's core disappeared, every zombie on the highway turned toward me like I had something to do with it.
I mean, I did. But they didn't know that.
Or maybe they were just attracted to me because I was the strongest person around and they were looking for something to munch on.
That could be it as well.
The Butcher's creepy laughter stopped abruptly as its massive head snapped in my direction. The thing's cloudy eyes locked onto me with enough focus that I could practically see the moment instinct turned into recognition.
Mine.
Not the crystal.
Me.
"Oh," I murmured softly as the vines around my arms shifted faster beneath my sleeves. "That's new."
The Butcher roared and the sound hit the highway hard enough that several abandoned cars vibrated violently while the remaining zombies immediately surged forward like someone had kicked over an anthill.
And honestly? I was practically vibrating with excitement.
