Стефани Перри - City Of The Dead

Rebecca wondered if they knew how lucky they were to have survived it—but another look into those three exhausted, shell-shocked faces told her that they probably did.

They started talking even before David turned the vehicle around—and in a very short time, they dis-covered that they had a lot in common, as the child fell asleep and they drove back the way they’d come, leaving the burning city behind.

and a shot rang out from the shadows behind her. Ada’s eyes went wide, her mouth falling open as

and he jammed the barrel of the weapon against its drooling chin and pulled the trigger, screaming, emptying the heavy rounds into its thrashing head. The beast shrieked, flailing, falling sideways off Leon.

In a flash, he was up and running, straight for the open elevator. The enormous, freakish animal was still howling as Leon sprinted into the lift and turned, hitting the control marked down—

and the door opened into one wall of a passage, a sterile concrete corridor lit by flickering overhead bars. And there were no signs telling him which way to go.

Left or right?

The few seconds that he hesitated could cost him his life—//he still had any chance at all. He’d heard once that when faced with a choice, most people instinctively turned in the direction of their dominant hand. With the crappy luck he’d had throughout his long, long night in Raccoon, he de-cided to go the other way.