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“We made it,” Augustus said, relief in his tone.
“We made it,” Christine echoed.
“Now we need to hide,” Atticus said, his tone lethal.
Augustus let out a brutal laugh. “I killed a man with a hammer back there.” He thrust his thumb over his shoulder in disbelief. “Beat his skull in. Can you believe it?”
Christine gave him a bright smile. “You did good.”
I wanted her to smile at me.
“Where should we go?” I asked.
Atticus surveyed the area. “We’re in abandoned territory, and we’re going to need supplies. There’s a small camping ground north of here. We could find a cabin for the night.”
“As long as there is a shower, I’m game. I smell like death,” Augustus complained.
We all smelled terrible. I wanted a warm bed and some food.
With our new objective in mind, we set out into the night.
Augustus was on Christine’s heels, his eyes wide and alert. “You were amazing back there, Christine,” he said, his voice laced with awe.
We walked in silence at first, but the damage we had experienced began to sink into each of us. My bones ached and I knew the wound the doctor had sewn shut was probably open by now. We needed medical supplies. I could feel the exhaustion in my muscles. I was so close to collapsing, and I could hardly keep my eyes open.
We walked.
And walked.
And walked.
I was so fucking worn down.
Atticus seemed to be feeling it too. He pulled me to the side and pointed to a small cabin that had been abandoned years ago. “Let me take the first watch. You guys get some sleep.”
I didn’t argue and Augustus practically collapsed on the floor of the cabin.
I was on the ground before I knew what had happened. I pushed my back to the wall, and my eyes fluttered. I knew that I needed rest. I could feel every ache in my body as I relaxed. My eyelids were heavy.
We survived.
Barely.
And now, I needed to take every fucking second I could with Christine.
Now, I needed to earn her heart.
Chapter Eight
CHRISTINE
The room dripped in fear and desperation, the walls encased in sickly crimson liquid that felt like a thick, gooey web. I writhed and struggled, trying desperately to free myself from the serpent-like vines that held me captive. My screams could barely be heard over the sound of my own heart pounding in my ears. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the sweat and blood that coated my skin.
Amidst the chaos, I heard voices, a distant echo of familiar faces.
“Christine! Christine, oh my God! What has he done to you?”
But I couldn’t answer them. My thoughts were fractured and broken like glass, each memory shattering before I could grasp it. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, and any movement caused an unbearable pain to surge through my veins. I was trapped in an eerie stillness, surrounded by an impenetrable darkness and confusion.
