Chapter 40

A rickety old hotel stood, barely hanging on to any sight of life. I was begging myself that Gabriel wouldn't pull his vehicle into the establishment, and I let out a disappointed sigh when he did. Nathan seemed to have the same feeling.

I thought we were on the highway towards a nice place where they put the survivors. Imagine my surprise when we pull up to this mess. The dark boards of the foundation made the house look like it was built in the 1700's. The windows were mostly boarded and the few that weren't I wished were. The boards hanging onto the roof were scattered and sticking up in random places as if someone tacked them on at a later date. Although the house was surrounded with green grass, that did little to help the place look taken care of.

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