Zombie Exodus: Safe Haven, Part 4 Content Sneak Peek

This is a scene from Part 4 in which the group spots members of the Forest Rats and approaches them.

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Zombie Exodus: Safe Haven, Part 4 Content Sneak Peek

This is a scene from Part 4 in which the group spots members of the Forest Rats and approaches them.

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The group moves through the forest towards the Forest Rats. Weapons drawn, the only sounds are the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. Ahead, one of the Forest Rats—a man with sunken eyes and a patchy beard—taps the arm of the guy with the spiderweb tattoo and points in your direction. The rest of their group notices you, and their hands inch toward their weapons as they rise to their feet.

“My name’s Slade.” He turns and starts pointing out the others one by one. “That’s Dagger,” he says, motioning to the lanky man standing just behind him. Dagger doesn’t look at anyone and seems more interested in the dirt on the ground. He has dark circles under his eyes and wears a ragged flannel shirt and dark cargo pants that look new.

“Tasha,” Slade says, jerking his chin toward the tough-looking woman beside him. She wipes her brow with the back of her hand, short blonde hair sticking to her forehead. A ripped tank top shows off her muscular arms, and her shorts are worn and cling to her legs.

Slade next points to a burly man standing with his arms crossed. “That's Crusher." His thick beard hides the lower half of his face. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite unless I tell him to.”

Slade’s hand sweeps toward a wiry woman who constantly shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “Nina,” he says. Her fingers twitch at the hem of her faded tank top. Her shorts are ripped, and her sneakers tap the ground in some rhythm. Her dark, tangled curls hang in front of her face, and she brushes them back every few seconds.

“And that’s Slick,” Slade says with a grin, gesturing to a man lounging against a tree. Slick’s greasy hair sticks to his forehead, shining in the sun as he sweeps it back with his hand. He wears a black Nike tank top over his skinny frame along with cargo shorts and sandals.

Slade sucks on his toothpick and then sticks it into the corner of his mouth again. "Y'all are from the junkyard over there," he says, pointing in the direction of your haven.

Rachel and Jaime share a look with each other and then with you.