CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

“What is this?” My fingers touch the edge of my eyes as fear begins to finally seep in. As my emotions get the better of me, I feel the coldness inside of me begin to recede.

I turn around, looking at the carnage before me. Aside from a few of Rachel’s people, everyone is dead.

I killed them.

But instead of guilt, I feel nothing. They had it coming. There’s a small part of me that whispers that I should be more concerned that I took so many lives. But I don’t feel remorse. Instead, when I turn to my friends, I feel satisfied.

I approach Beth, and when she flinches, I take a step back. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She must have heard the hurt in my voice because she hesitates. “I didn’t say that.”

I look around at the rest. Everyone is in pretty bad shape. I doubt they can even move or be moved at this point. Jesse is in the worst condition, so I step towards him. When he tries to move away, I grit my jaw, holding back the pain of his open rejection, and lean down and break his