Chapter 8He grew weaker and weaker. He faded. Outside it was all screaming and screaming. For days Mitch had to ignore all the screams. Screams that called him to his duty. His duty was here, watching him fade, weaken, die.
Die and come back. He knew it would happen. He knew, and he should have done what needed to be done. Should have done it on the boat before they ever brought Cal aboard. Should never have let it come to this.
Cal, dead and walking around, picking off the women one by one. Not sparing the children. Leaving Mitch with no other choice. As he’d had no other choice with Dex. He’d waited too long then, but this time other people were in danger. Were dead. And they’d all come back too, if he didn’t do what had to be done. To Bren, to the other women, the children, to all of
