A few hours passed before Fin jerked awake with a splitting headache. He blinked several times, his vision gradually clearing as he took in his surroundings. The abandoned building, the broken zombie corpse nearby, the dried green blood on his knuckles.
"Shit," he muttered, pulling himself up and wincing at the pain shooting through his ribs. His mind snapped back to the mission, to Juliana, to the tower. He stumbled to the door and burst outside.
The streets were empty. No zombies, no Hunters, nothing but silence.
"How long was I out for?" He glanced at the sky, trying to gauge the time. The quiet unsettled him. No distant sounds of battle, no roars, nothing.
He ran toward the tower, hoping to find the other Hunters there. His legs felt stronger than before, powered by the energy he'd absorbed from the zombie. The streets passed in a blur as he pushed himself faster.
