“I'm afraid too, Brian, but if we go together then maybe …”
“No, if you go count us out,” Brian barked at her. Lesley fell back onto her blanket and covered her face as she wept.
“Why hang people on stakes, why not just warn people to stay away?” I asked.
“One word, Monlow. He is screwed up, a messed up monster who loves to toy with the people he catches, and he likes to screw with other people's heads too. Things have gotten worse in the year we've been here, more riots, killings and less food. No way am I going near that monster and neither will Lesley. I wish someone would kill him. We all do.”
I wanted to beg him further but left it alone. It was obvious that he was more than just afraid, he was petrified and I had to remember he was not San or a supernatural being. This world prob
