Malcolm's POV
Malcolm held his breath.
Iyisha was looking at him.
Her mouth opened and closed slowly, but she was no longer gnashing her teeth.
He stared at her.
What was happening?
Her eyes were locked on him.
Not the wanderers talking around them. Not the shouting. Not the movement.
Just him.
The noise around them should have been drawing her attention. Sound always attracted the infected.
But she wasn't looking at them.
She was looking at him.
Malcolm's body went rigid.
There was something in her eyes.
When she had turned, the light inside them had vanished. They had been dull and empty like every other walker he had ever seen.
Now they weren't.
Something was there again.
Something alive.
The men around them started to notice too.
"What the—"
Iyisha's head lifted suddenly.
"Aaarrgh!"
The sound tore from her throat.
Malcolm's breath caught in his chest.
He had heard the undead make noises before.
Groans.
Growls.
But never that.
