Part 1Pushed Into the Horde and Saved by the Apex Hunter

The truck rattled violently over the cracked, dusty highway of the wasteland.

I curled deeper into the passenger seat, my fingers instinctively tightening around the oversized tactical jacket swallowing me whole. It belonged to Ryder, draping past my thighs like a heavy canvas sack.

"Keep shrinking and you’ll end up in the glove compartment," the man in the driver's seat grunted without turning his head.

My body stiffened. I quietly pulled my legs back half an inch.

I had to stay on his good side. I couldn't risk being disobedient. After all, three years after the outbreak, I was a zombie—an abomination that any normal human would put down on sight.