A couple of weeks ago we’d found some packs of instant Starbucks coffee, but I’d kept them tucked deep inside my backpack and managed to make them last for a few days. Even mixed with cold water, tasting grainy and undissolved, I’d treated them like fucking gold. I’d even thought about snorting the damn stuff for a rush. Probably end up with a headache and brown-colored snot. Christy had filtered about a liter of water so I drank down a cup, then greedily drank another. I’d make it up to her by helping her filter more water later in the day. I moved to the rear door and watched Christy and Frosty play. They’d found a stick, and the dog was running around, alternating between playing fetch and playing ‘try to catch me’. She had a devious look in her eye every couple of times she brought the twig to Christy. Christy would reach for the stick, and Frosty would dance back and shake her head while her tail flopped from side to side.
What do You think about Z-Risen (Book 3): Poisoned Earth?
