Chapter 12 Airplane Crash

• The 47th floor descended into silence after the battle, leaving only the echo of Maverick’s boots as they tapped against the corridor’s hard surface.
• After scavenging a bag and stuffing it with drinks and clothes he deemed useful, Maverick prepared to leave. His mind, however, was fixated on a peculiar thought. He replayed the events that turned Tom into a fully mutated zombie. An idea flickered into his mind, would slicing someone’s throat trigger the same transformation?
• Or was it the deep hatred of the victim fueling the mutation? He scanned his surroundings, but the devastation left behind by the nuclear blast rendered his theory untestable. Most people here were either dead or unconscious. Searching room by room for a survivor seemed an exercise in futility.