Since a radio won’t be forthcoming, I supply the background music inside my head, and right now my song of choice is the theme from Jaws. It’s not hard to figure out the equation here. Those two yahoos think something’s going to change when we reach their precious convoy; that they’ll magically gain the upper hand. They don’t get it. Humans never do. When everything turns to shit, it doesn’t matter how powerful you used to be or how good you used to have it. All that matters is how fast you can run, how hard you can fight, and how much pain you can take. No one can beat Wolfen in the game of survival. It’s what we were made for. ~ Eight miles as the cripple hopped turned into hours of dragging across the dry wasteland through the worst heat of the day, with little shade and even less water. Whatever Arik had in his pack—and Aiden knew he did—he wasn’t pulling it out, even though he had to be suffering as much as the rest of them. Casey had started flagging, so Aiden picked her up to let her sleep against his shoulder.
