Chapter 77 Counting Her Losses

• [Tabitha’s POV]
• I close my eyes, and the first thing I see is my brother’s blank stare as he bleeds out on the kitchen floor. The second is the destroyed kitchen and all the bastards that stand around laughing while I helplessly watch the last person I had die in front of me.
• After that, I managed to escape thanks to the church showing, but even then, I didn’t truly feel safe. For so many nights, I woke up screaming because those blood suckers appeared in my dreams, taunting me and promising that I would be next.