Lorraine
I had a sinking feeling as we approached the ruins, passing piles and piles of bones on the way.
"Let us handle the close stuff." Zack said, slipping me a silver dagger and Owen a sword as we walked.
I had a feeling we were going to need something far more potent after seeing what little effort it took Matt to decimate my army, but I nodded just the same. Matt was not the same person; that much I was sure about. But how did he get to that point? How did he get so powerful, so dangerous? So old looking? I had a feeling the answer was one and the same.
"Well, it certainly took you long enough," Matt said, as we moved past the few trees that were blocking us from his view.
He looked older, not as old as Noah, but that of a middle-aged man. He still had the same cocky attitude
