The Isle - Chapter 42 - Paul Peterson
As soon as Liam and I have finished burying the body and etching the note in the concrete of the Dome, we turn away and walk back to the front of the island. We walk, as normal, hand in hand. Right now, I am feeling overwhelmed with all the new things happening, so having one thing normal is wonderful. "Gracie, who do you think that man was? The one we just buried." Liam's question snaps me out of my happy place. "I have no idea, Lee. Maybe the Jackson's will know. It is obvious that he did not die a long time ago." Liam nods in agreement, just as we reach the edge of the tented area. "How long have we been gone, Lee? Almost all the shelters are finished." Liam looks at his watch and opens his mouth to answer, just as John and Scarlett walk up smiling. "Well, we are glad you decided to c
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