She’s asleep now, those radioactive green eyes shut tightly. For a minute, I think she’s dead, but when I press my fingers to her cloth covered lips, she murmurs and I can feel her soft, hot breath pouring through the fabric. Making sure the .38 is fully loaded and ready t...
We’ve been following the bones of I5 for the past hour and a half. It’s all lead here: to the western Gifted Minds compound. We’re not twenty yards from the sign I’ve seen so many times in my visions. Outside of a broken chain-link fence, I can see the faded, ash covered l...
Greenville asked, pulling up alongside me. I was right by Ocean Boulevard, the town’s main drag—at least seven shops there, and we even have one of those frozen yogurt places and a T-Mobile store—and Mike Greenville was busting my chops. Just a little. But, after almost dying, my patience was sho...