Midnight Cull

Harper slowed her pace and glanced back at Declan, whose face was tight with nerves. "Scared?" she asked.

Declan hesitated for two seconds and decided to tell the truth.

"A little. But I can deal with it."

In his twenty-something years of life, Declan hadn't so much as killed a chicken. Jumping straight to hacking apart people-turned-zombies was a leap he was not ready for.

But he'd get over it.