![]() ![]() Tobias locked eyes with me again, and I nodded. Heat crawled up my neck as the cleaver handle molded to the palm of my hand, ready for action. The door rattled, and the sound of a deep inhalation cut through the silence. Its weight settled, heavy and reassuring, in my hand. The workbench was littered with screwdrivers of all sizes, a saw, metal rulers, a box of bolts, screws, and a cleaver. He took it, his eyes straying to the flimsy wooden door, the only thing standing between us and the monsters. ![]() I picked up a hammer and passed it to Tobias. It was well stocked-lots of sharp, pointy, and jagged things to use as weapons. Stepping over the body, I moved stealthily to the workbench. I put a finger to my lips, forgetting that they were covered in blood the coppery tang stung my nostrils and turned my stomach, but this was no time to be sick. Tobias’s eyes were bright in the gloom, the whites gleaming in terror. Tobias ran a hand over his face, nodded curtly, and jerked his head in the direction of the wooden workbench at the back of the shed.Ī clatter outside had me going into freeze-frame. “I’m fine.” I gave him the look, the one with the set jaw and steady gaze, the one that said I just needed a moment of space after killing my friend. Tobias’s fingers grazed my arm, but I pulled away. My chest ached, my legs ached, I was one big throbbing mass of pains, and I was so bloody tired of running. I didn’t want to see it, so I made a show of wiping my bloody hands on my bloody jeans. I could feel Tobias’s emerald eyes on me he was giving me that look again, part horror, part awe. The monsters were closing in, and Danny had been in no condition to run, and there was no way I would have left him to be live meat for the Feral Claws. In a few hours, he would have fallen into a fever and died, but we didn’t have a few hours. He’d been dead as soon as one of the monsters had gotten his teeth into him. ![]() There was so much blood, thick, almost black, but the horrific gurgling sound Danny had been making had stopped. It clattered across the ground with a sound of finality.ĭanny stared up at me with glassy eyes, his mouth frozen in an “o” of surprise even though he’d seen it coming. I brought the weapon down, quick and hard, cleaving his head from his body and knocking the axe head off in the process. The relief on Danny’s face was almost too much. Instead, he nodded and stepped back to give me room.īracing myself, I raised the axe. He knew that simply walking away may be an option, but it wasn’t who we were. “You don’t have to …” He trailed off and dropped his gaze because he knew that was a lie. His lips were pale against his dark skin, his shirt speckled with mud and blood. I glanced across at him, into his emerald eyes shadowed with the horrors we’d seen. “Eva?” Tobias’s breath was hot on my cheek. The shed was a temporary reprieve, a place to gather our wits, while I made the decision that needed to be made. The air was damp, clinging to my clothes and chilling the perspiration on my brow. He lay on the cement floor, his battered body illuminated by shafts of moonlight lancing through the gaps in the wooden slats that made up our hiding place. Please …” Danny’s voice ended in a gurgle of pain. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. ![]()
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