"You'd be correct," Justine murmured as she stood at the threshold. He brought Lesley with him. His facial wrinkles were murkier than normal, leaving him to seem much older. "Lesley is looking for anybody who is prepared to assist him in forming a search and rescue team and finding John. He may be a jerk, but it's not fair to let him perish from visibility out there, particularly when there are plenty of qualified individuals in here to assist in his search."Peter sighed. "Are you sure you're willing to do that? Are you for real? Did you forget he's a freaking pussy? That dude's no doubt a sociopath. He's relieved that the world has come to an end. Didn't you remember him saying that? We'd be greater off without him.""But we won't be here indefinitely," Justine calmly said. "And Lesley and Kelly won't be capable to operate this property on their own for much longer. John doesn't really do anything around here, but it's one less thing for them to worry about. The weather isn't too a

I raised my handgun. There's no time to start making a leisurely, methodical scan of the chamber like in the cellar. So, Peter wrenched the door wide open and walked inside, his handgun up, ready to take out any remaining rottens. I'm close behind him, moving up on his right so we could keep an eye on each other's backs.The entertainment room resembled a warped version of the chamber where the girls were being imprisoned. Shackles dangling from the ceiling and were chained to the partition to prevent his little entertainment from escaping and eating him. There were now two unsavory visitors in his lounge room. One was shackled to the furthest facade, while the other was fastened to a lengthy podium, like in Dr. Melendez's tests. I trembled simply gazing at them, thinking what atrocities John had perpetrated while imprisoned here."There it is, dangling on a handle."Following his eyes, I saw a house key twisted around a handle on the distant partition."We'll have to get that rotten

Have you ever felt so oppressed and melancholy to the point that you wanted to grip onto anything solely to get away from the murky, unnerving, and distressing feelings? I've gone through a lot in life, with several dilemmas and problems, but I don't suppose I'd ever grown accustomed to it. It was excruciatingly torturous. The agony and suffocation were so intense that I felt as if I were being trapped deep beneath with no possibility of breathing air and much fewer possibilities of survival.My knuckles tightened around the cup in my palms, and I turned away from Justine and Peter, hoping they wouldn't see the expression of guilt on my face. I'd let recollections of my comrade diminish because remembering those I'd lost was too hard. I imagined how unhappy Gigi would be if she felt I'd forgotten about her."So, what else are we up to?" Peter inquired, interrupting the awkward pause. "I understand that now is undoubtedly not the greatest moment to discuss it, but we do need to formulat

Justine and Peter both shut off their engines, and everything was quiet. We waited a moment to see if something came racing at us from the neighborhood, but Justine gets out of the vehicle and we all decided to follow."Be cautious. There might be rottens in the surroundings yet. It may just take them a moment to get here. If they're around, I'm sure they've heard these motors, so no one goes anyplace alone.""We know how this goes," Peter remarked, his eyes rolling. "Who wants to look around the house?""I'll come," Peter said. "Why don't you come with me, Clementia?"I removed my firearm from its scabbard on my thigh, and I couldn't help but feel like a gangsta as I did so. Even though I'm little more than a genuine action flick, it's still wonderful to believe that I resembled the badass protagonists I saw in movies as a kid. Following Peter, I deactivated the safety and pointed the tip down.I carried a flashlight in one palm and my pistol in the other, and while inside the home, w

“Thank you,” I said softly. “He was a good man. I don’t know what we’re gonna do without him.” The man turned his attention back to the road, and I looked at Peter, handing him the box with the cure. “I don’t think Justine is in a place to be in charge of this at the moment. I think, for the time being, you’re gonna have to take over control of the group. He won’t be up for it any time soon.” Clyde was watching our exchange with curiosity, his gaze shifting to the container now in Ricky's lap. "Whatever is in that container must be significant," he remarked softly. "You continued to refuse to get out of that vehicle until you obtained it, even if it posed your lives in danger. Why? What could have been so vital that it was worth two of your friends' lives? " Clyde met my gaze when I looked at him. "Don't assume I didn't notice that bite when you walked him in." “It’s the answer to all of our problems,” Peter replied, his fingers tracing the cool metal of the box. “It’s a cure, a way