The Survivor Chronicles (Book 2): The Divide - Plot & Excerpts
Xander shuffled forward, his hands stretched out before him as he moved them from side to side. He would have killed for a light, and he was half afraid he might be killed because he didn't have one. He could barely hear over his breathing as his heart beat on his ribs like they were a redheaded stepchild. If he looked back, he could make out the shadows of Mary Ellen and Bobby poking their heads around the corner of the window. He didn't look back often though, as he was certain he was about to plummet into a hole at any second and he planned to be braced for it. He cursed and jerked his hand back as it collided with something that was far too mushy within this world of solid rubble and debris. For a disconcerting moment he flashbacked to when he was a child and his parents had created a haunted house in their basement. They'd invited all of his, and Carol's, friends over for a pre-Halloween party. Carol had been eight, and wearing a pumpkin costume that had worked well with her chubby cheeks and missing teeth.
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