Jordyn knew death well enough to see the signs hovering around him. She patted his arm, too afraid to shake him. “Open your eyes. Look at me.” His faded blue eyes fluttered open for a second before closing again. Jordyn lifted his shirt and moved the makeshift bandage she’d managed to fabricate from her clothes. He wasn’t bleeding like before, but there were angry red streaks of infection leading out from his wound. His skin was burning up, and there was no longer that keen sense of awareness in his gaze. She was losing him. Death had been a constant at the labs. She’d grown up with it. Been surrounded by it. But for some reason, facing Gage’s death was simply too much to ask of her. He had to survive. No matter what. Jordyn left the little storm cellar where they were hidden and found her way outside. She was right where she thought, in the middle of nowhere, miles from the nearest town.
