Not Dead Enough: Zombie Paranormal Romance (Project Rebellion: SARA Book 1) by Mina Carter Page A

Did any of them survive?”
    “Ah, no.” He stroked his thumb over the back of her hand, the movement so small she wasn’t sure he was aware of it. “We were human. Didn’t get the Lycans, as it happened. We just got caught in the crossfire as they escaped. All four of us sustained injuries and were shipped back to the base. That’s when they hit us.”
    “Hit you?”
    His movements stilled, and she could almost feel his frustration and rage in the air.
    “Injected us with the virus. Changed us. We woke up in cages, like this.” He waved toward himself. “Not human anymore. The project used us for…clean up.”
    She wanted to press him more, but the ominous tone of his voice and the tortured look in his eyes made the words dry up in her throat. Shit. Whatever they’d been through, it had left a scar on his very soul.
    “What happened?”
    He shuddered and blinked, his eyes clearing as if he returned to the present. “Uh, Alpha Three attacked the base to get one of their members out. The distraction gave the rest of us a chance to escape . Trouble was…we weren’t the only things to get out. The Bloods, the ones who took you, did as well. Do you know anything about what they’re up to?”
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    “I’m not sure how many they have down there.”
    Julia perched on the edge of the couch and looked at the three zombies clustered in front of her. Brett, sat next to her, had clued her in. But their strangeness, and the smell, still pulled at her. Before she’d been taken she wouldn’t have known the difference. All she’d have noticed was that they were all horrendously good looking, because even with the Blood virus circling in her veins, she felt the pull of attraction.
    Brett had told her that was how they hunted. Their prey came to them, unable to resist. She had to admit, that was clever. Very clever. She narrowed her eyes. Even though she could feel the pull when she looked at them, with the three men in front of her it was an abstract thing. Something she could take a step back from and assess them, like a scientist studying a bug under a microscope.
    “Even a vague idea would help, doll,” the big one that Brett had called Dom said, his voice a deep rumble in the darkness. The room wasn’t lit, but she could see as well as she could in broad daylight. Like her eyes had adapted to use up every little bit of light available.
    Bride of Dracula or what? She had the fangs; the claws freaked her out a bit, so all she needed now was the kickass goth outfit to go with them. And the hair. Healthy chestnut curls didn’t scream vamp like straight, jet-black locks did.
    “Okay.” Her new fangs hidden safely away, she nibbled at her lower lip. “I woke up in a room. Small, like a cell. I could hear someone crying, a woman, so I knew there were more people there. She told me to be quiet. Said we were in hell.”
    “Another woman?” The one who’d introduced himself as Fredericks looked up, pale gaze keen and interested. That was another thing she’d noticed about them, their eyes were all pale, as though the color was leeched out of them.
    “Yeah. She was in one of the other rooms. I think there were more. There were certainly more doors all along the corridor.” She shivered at the memory. “It was like a prison. They were cells.”
    “Okay. So what happened then?” Fredericks asked, flicking a glance behind him at the third man. The one who’d attacked her. Apparently his name was Kelwood, and he was, to put it bluntly, a few nuggets short of a happy meal. She’d say he was missing the freaking fries to boot, but she didn’t want to piss Dom or Fredericks off. Especially not Fredericks. There was something about him, a stillness that the others didn’t have. A stillness that scared the crap out of her.
    She closed her eyes for a moment to marshal her thoughts. The fear she’d felt, still felt, reached out from her memories to try and ensnare her. Her breathing shortened, her