The sky was already starting to darken when Jaxon hurried back the way he came, keeping his steps quick but careful.
Even so, he felt good. The trip had gone better than expected. He had gathered plenty of supplies without trouble. The only regret was his storage space. If it were larger, he could have taken much more.
As he drew closer to the spot where he had left the dead infected, Jaxon slowed and then stopped.
A wet, crunching sound echoed, slow and heavy, like flesh being torn apart.
His body reacted at once. Jaxon lowered himself to the dirt, pressing flat against the ground. He crawled forward slowly and peeked around the corner where he had left the body.
Two bald infected were crouched on all fours, tearing into the headless body he had left behind. Blood smeared their mouths as they fed without pause.
'They eat each other too?' A cold chill ran up his spine.
