Chapter 27He didn’t know if the temperature had suddenly fallen or if his body was shutting down, succumbing to the punishment it had taken. His teeth chattered and his body trembled from the chill that spread through his skin. Yet, sweat still slid down his head. He’d have guessed his shoulder was infected, but the injury didn’t seem old enough for that. Maybe it was just some kind of general shock.
Sometimes his shoulder hurt. Sometimes it was numb. Whenever he sensed that it was bleeding again, his opposite hand would confirm that it wasn’t . . . or at least didn’t seem to be. It was a surreal sensation that didn’t make sense to him.
As he moved forward, each step felt heavier and more painful than the last. Whenever he’d go low to the ground in response to the Bronco’s lights sweepin
