Hank looked up from the computer screen at the child chained in the cage trying to gnaw through the metal bars.
Hank glanced at Emanuel and shook his head. “None. At least, the disease only spreads through a bite.”
Emanuel let out a sigh. “It’s a shame, man. Who would’ve thought those zombie movies would become the real deal.” He motioned to the kid. “Who is he anyway? Never saw him before this morning.”
Hank rubbed the back of his neck. “My kid brother.”
“Shit, sorry, Bro. The higher ups want us to clean up and start over.”