23
Frenzy
We moved. Not with the herd, but across the road. Down a side street and out onto another main road. It was more of the same. Mass panic. Hard to tell who was fleeing and who was chasing. But some of them were infected for sure. They were running, shrieking and jumping on commuters, tourists and locals alike. Pulling them down to the floor and tearing into them like predators taking down prey.
It was a bloodbath. And there was nothing we could do but run. To get the hell out of Dodge.
But how? The streets were jammed. The underground would be a lottery at best—even if it was still running.
“How about the train station?” I said.
“Too far,” Inge said. “Keep moving until we find a quiet street.”
As we ran, an infected leapt off a car bonnet and took me down. Ling stopped and
