"Come on, Lesley. Let's go back to my place. Let that idiot sit here with her little freezer trick for the rest of her life."
I glanced at the clock and sank back onto the couch, a cold laugh escaping my lips.
Little freezer trick? Give it twenty-four hours. You'll all be on your knees begging me.
Of course, I had no intention of riding out the apocalypse alone with the Frost System.
Because in my past life, midway through the disaster, people had started noticing something was off about my home. The door was ice-cold to the touch. No one in the household had ever died. And there was always fresh trash outside the front door.
They didn't know why, but they knew we had a way to survive.
That led to dozens of incidents where mobs surrounded our house. If it hadn't been for a few men in the family, we never would have held them off.
The thought sent me digging through my memories, searching desperately until I finally recalled that phone number.
I grabbed my phone and dialed.
The call connected almost immediately. I rubbed the hem of my shirt between my fingers, nerves twisting in my stomach, and spoke softly.
"Hi, is this Clay Sanchez? I'm the owner of unit 1201, Building 8, Entrance 3..."