Toby
ZO KEPT TO HER WORD and adamantly refused to tell me where we were going. Even so, I probably could have picked up the trail after a while. Evidence of explosions became clearer and clearer. Broken asphalt lined the empty streets, as if something had been repeatedly hurled at them. The surrounding trees were all weathered, barely alive with the energy drained out of them, but vines of ivy flourished, strangling everything. The few people we saw stared blankly at us, zombies under Ben’s control.
“God, what is he doing here?” Zo asked.
Probably the same thing he’d been doing everywhere – gaining energy by dragging it out of everything else. The thought made my skin crawl. If he’d done this to the trees, what was he doing to Callie and Elijah? Maybe I should be thankful for the explo
