On the second-floor balcony, Josie Quinn's fingers tightened unconsciously.
Inside the military jeep, completely surrounded by a horde of zombies, sat none other than Julian Ford.
It had been three years.
To be precise, it was six years in her past life plus three years in this one. She had never imagined that in this devastated world, she would once again see the man she'd grown up with, who was three years her senior.
"Damn it..."
Josie Quinn instinctively shrank back, as if that could help her dodge his gaze.
Her back quickly bumped into Felix Fields's chest, the touch of his hard muscles warm against her.
Felix Fields immediately sensed something was off. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Her voice was a little strained.
"Wait here for me. I'm going down to check on the situation."
"You're going down?"
"It's the military." A dark glint flickered in Felix Fields's eyes. "Maybe we can travel with them."
Josie Quinn raised her hand, about to call out to him.
