By Monday morning the rumours had made there way round the town by Tuesday people began giving their kids curfews and by Wednesday all hell had broken loose.
Three more mutilated bodies had shown up around the thrown the wolves were having a hard time tracking the zombie or zombies who had committed there horrible acts of violence resulting in more death. Grover was leading a group of them through the woods when they stumbled upon two more bodies. A fear he had never felt before settled in his cold veins as he though of them getting to Alison.
She was his mate and he stayed away from her to keep her safe. He saw her as to sweet for his life to gentle and frail what happened with the Alastors was proof. He was meant to leave once he knew she was safe but now there was zombies running
