Sabrina tended to agree, and expressed her opinion with her usual delicacy. “What a shithole,” she said. “And I’ve seen some shitholes.” I looked up from the cook fire where I was preparing our first hot meal since leaving Haviland. &nbs...
To call it smashed in does not quite do the damage justice. Shattered and brutally cast aside would be more apt. Broken glass, bloody footprints, and expended .22 shell casings littered the floor. The infected had broken through all three windows along the front of the hou...