Lucas Lockwood's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, sharply catching the fleeting flash of disgust and irritation.
The way her brows furrowed also suggested she was desperately holding something back.
Following her line of sight, he quickly locked onto the figure approaching them.
Landon Hughes.
'So it's him.'
"Don't mention me in a minute. I'm going to hide in your pocket."
Her voice was extremely low, and before she even finished speaking, her entire body transformed into a thin sheet of paper and floated silently into his pocket.
Lucas Lockwood instinctively raised a hand to press against his pocket, his fingertips touching the cool texture of the paper.
Just then, the sound of messy footsteps approached the outpatient hall.
"Landon, look..."
The newcomers were clearly after the hospital's medical supplies. They had expected a fierce battle, but what greeted them instead was a floor littered with zombie corpses and a lone, living young man standing in the shadows.
