“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

the…”

Her vocal cords snapped shut. She had finally locked eyes with me.

All residual blood vanished from her face. Her skeletal hand clamped over her mouth.

“No,” she breathed, a horrifying sound of sheer denial. “My mind is breaking. This is the infection. It has to be a hallucination.”

Chapter 3: The Architect of Ruin

I forced my leaden legs to close continue reading …