Eight days of nuthin but sand and wind and the burning cruel sun. Eight days of nuthin to distract me from the awful thoughts running through my head. Replaying the deaths of my kin over and over again, wondering if there was something…anything I could have done to save them. Worrying about Ben a...
Showing up bloody, injured and a bunch of new people in tow—it causes a lot of questions. And a lot of panic-stricken civilians. Cookie acts fast, I give her that. We’re no sooner in the door before she strides out of her kitchen and starts ushering us past the gaping mouths and frightened st...