Her voice came out softer than she intended, and her eyes shifted nervously toward the dark line of trees, which made several others instinctively glance in the same direction, as if they expected something to step out from the shadows at any moment.
Luke paused beside Helen and tilted his head slightly, listening as the wind brushed through the burnt branches that stood like thin black fingers against the pale moonlight, while the rest of the group fell quiet and waited for a sound that might confirm or dismiss the unease spreading through them.
For several seconds nothing happened. Only the wind moved through the empty land.
Luke exhaled slowly and shook his head. "Probably just the wind moving the branches."
Helen gave a short shrug before turning back toward the road. "It has to be. According to the info booklet, the infected are only in areas with enough prey. None should be around here."
