CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Kevin screamed out his pain, and his anger, and his hopelessness. Luna was gone. He couldn’t believe that Luna was gone. He hit out at one of the people the aliens had converted, and even though it made no difference, he did it again. He saw Bobby snapping at the converted people closest to him, and Kevin wished that it could make a difference, but it couldn’t.
Hands closed around him then, and Kevin didn’t even try to fight. If they were going to kill him, what difference did it make now? Luna was gone, and—
“Kevin!” Chloe yelled. “We have to go. We can’t help her!”
She dragged him back, pulling him from the crowd of controlled people.
“Come on, Kevin,” she shouted at him. “We still have the virus. We still have to do this!”
Kevin was too numb right then to reply
