"But they didn't move," Cole said. "After it looked at our window the group just went back to sitting there facing this direction." He looked at Michael steadily. "They're not coming yet. They're watching."
Michael looked at the pulse. Eight blocks southeast the signature was where it always was, or where they always were apparently, eleven of them plus more behind the treeline sitting in a dead park facing his building and not blinking.
"Aberrants," Dr. Kang said quietly.
Everyone looked at her.
She was looking at the wall with her eyes focused and her jaw set and her hands still at her sides. "The virus mutated," she said. "We know it mutated into the standard variants, the Rotters, the Stalkers, the Brutes, the Crawlers.
