Chapter 11
The storage house’s damp chill seeped into Arthur’s bones, the pain in his side a constant pulse as he slumped against the cage’s bars. His skinny bodyframe trembled and shivers cold, blood still seeping through Lena’s makeshift bandage, now a mess. The memory of Cass’s cruel grin*Tomorrow’s game’ll finish you* gnawed at him, but his parents’ names in Stones’ notebook kept his resolve burning. They’d died for the lab’s truth, and he wouldn’t let their fight end here. Lena sat in her cage, her blonde hair tangled and messy, her sharp features etched with defiance despite the bruises on her throat. Harlan, bloodied and slumped, clutched his wounded leg, his scarred face heavy with guilt but hardening with soldier’s grit. Brian fidgeted, his wild curls hiding his eyes, his backup
