Chapter 3: Pharmacy (Part 1)
Glass. That sound was unmistakable—a sharp, high-pitched crack, like a scream tearing through the air.
Adam’s heart slammed into his ribs.
"No... no, no, no—"
The noise came from the right side of the store.
He turned toward it and saw the first zombie stepping through the shattered window. It dragged one leg behind, its body twisted, skin torn, eyes like lifeless glass.
Another one followed. And another.
They didn’t stop. They walked through the glass as if it didn’t matter.
Adam recoiled instinctively, nearly stumbling over the giant fly’s corpse on the floor. His breath caught in his throat, his legs froze—as if his muscles had forgotten how to move.
A wet moan echoed between the aisles.
Then another.
Adam turned, his gaze darting between the shelves. Then he saw it—a narrow corridor at the back of the store. Storage room? Office? Whatever it was—it had a door. Maybe even a lock.