Boots hit the earth as the already half dead man ran from not only his crimes, but from the result. The dirt crunched beneath his feet, and he took this as the world’s way of taunting him. Breaths come ragged and painful, and with a sandpaper tongue and a mouth as hot and dry as the desert he was apparently condemned to die in. They weren’t really fast, but oh Lord they were many. Only two were his fault, of course. The others… Well… Fate has a way of fucking with whoever it decides is a good candidate. And unfortunately for him, Fate decided Cameron Vega was to be its plaything. Followed soon by the rest of his species.

Cameron’s Mama had told him once when he was a boy that the world is a cruel place filled with cruel people. His Mama has raised him right, but he’d become the thing they’d feared. He’d killed another Mama and her baby. They’d done him wrong, and he wasn’t gonna deal with it. But now… Fate decided he had to deal with his mistakes. Because now he was running from their undead corpses.