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Roger
I survey the anxious faces before me, dim light casting sinister shadows on their features. This meeting was Molly’s idea, her response to my question: What in the hell are we going to do?
My heart thumps heavily as I tell them about Abby's a*******n by Isaac's cult, their refusal to tell me where on the ship she is, or if she’s even still alive. Sweat beads down my back, but I power through the fear, steeling myself to motivate the fourteen people who agreed to show up.
Fourteen out of the eighty something that we asked. Jenna, Molly, and I, we went cabin to cabin personally, inviting people we thought we might be able to trust. People that might be useful. Most of the passengers on board are incredibly wealthy—they have no inclination to lift a finger, no survival skills. Th
