Atoka was still there, but its buildings were husks. Some were on fire. Most were broken to one degree or another. Claw marks had been scratched onto just about every surface and the only things that moved were being pushed around by the wind.“Take a look around,” Burke said while running alongside the pickup. “This is what every city will look like if the Full Bloods have their way.”“Why would they want things to be like this?” Milosh asked.Paige flipped her sickle in her hand. Although her fingers weren’t as nimble as they’d been before her injury, they compensated by closing around the handle with an even stronger grip than before. “If we live until tomorrow, we can ask them.”“If there’s any of those Full Blood assholes left to ask,” the Amriany snarled.“That’s the spirit.”They drove to the paint store to pick up the bait mixture that had been mixed up earlier. It was stored in all the containers they could scrounge from nearby houses and garbage cans, ranging from plastic water bottles to canteens and an insulated iced tea jug.
