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A small one.We didn’t call them kids.We tried not to see them or acknowledge what was happening to the future of humanity.I thought of Zion and felt a stab of desperation.
“We need to move,” Brandon said.“A horde of undead from the roadblock is catching up.”
Kevin swore.
“We’ll be fine,” I said.Evan the undead that moved faster didn’t have the speed to keep up with our vehicles.
“Not that,” he answered quietly.
I glanced at him and followed his gaze to the back where the grey was slowly sitting up.
Molev’s gaze locked with mine.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Kevin lifting his weapon.
“Take my seat, Kevin,” I said, already moving in front of the barrel to climb into the back.
Molev growled softly as he fully sat up, and I hoped it was due to pain rather than aggression as I continued toward him.The MRAP shifted underneath me as Kevin moved us forward.
“Sorry about the accommodations,” I said.“And your back.We removed the bullet and stopped the bleeding.How are you feeling?”
He glanced from me to Roland, who had a bead on Molev.
“Take it easy, Roland,” I said, unwilling to let him ruin this opportunity.
He lowered his weapon, and I grabbed one of the water bottles.
“Thirsty?”I twisted off the cap without waiting for an answer and held the bottle out.
Molev leaned forward, indicating he was willing to drink, and I scooted closer to lift the bottle to his lips.When he drained it and leaned back, he didn’t mention the chains wrapping his wrists, so neither did I.
“Hungry?”I asked.
“No, Andie,” he said, using my name for the first time.“Thank you.”
“If you get hungry, we have a few options for you,” I said, gesturing at the MRE packages.“They’re not great, but they’re not bad either.”
He didn’t even look at them but steadily watched me.
“You said you wanted to know more about us,” I said.“Maybe we could use this as an opportunity to get to know each other.Would that interest you?”
This time, the slight lift in the corner of his mouth stayed for a full beat before disappearing.
“I would like that,” he said.“How old are you, Andie?”
“Twenty-six.How old are you?”
“I don’t know.Mya thinks thousands of years have passed since we last walked in the sun.”
I wanted to crow and cheer at that bit of actual information.At least, I did until it sunk in.
“Thousands?”
He nodded.
“How many human survivors are there?”he asked.
The question wasn’t unexpected.
