Music and credits.

It was that guy—the explorer—with the Oxford shirt, skinny jeans, and Tiger shoes. He was the one I worried about because he was wearing Google Glass…

The horde came from the east, driving us deeper into the forest. Warnick went ahead through the fog, his face grim, like the keynote speaker at a mortician’s convention…

We saw them in the sketchy patches of sunlight that broke through the trees. Hundreds. Lurching and ravenous, they moved like blood-soaked puppets on guy wires…

The horde descended like a swarm of locusts. Griffin, Holly, and I sprinted ahead. Warnick and Springer remained behind, covering us with a line of suppressive fire…

We flew over residential streets where draggers wandered like hungry ghosts in a perpetual twilight of damnation…

After the exams, we walked over to the administration building, where the gray-haired man who had rescued us waited with Warnick and Springer…

Pederman closed the door and sat at the principal’s desk. “Have a seat,” he said…