Zane opened the door to a room.
He set me down on the edge of the bed. I sat there and looked at my hands for a moment and then looked around.
The room was spacious and well furnished. It had a large canopy bed. A dresser and two night stands. There was an ensuite bathroom through the open door to my left. A walk-in closet on the opposite side of the room A fairly large window with the curtains drawn closed. A small table with two chairs seated in front of the window. Everything in neutral colors. Everything clean and neat.
Everything normal.
All completely normal.
Unlike the countless bodies I’d just seen outside.
I looked up at him.
"Where are we?" I said, my voice low, barely above a whisper.
"My house," he answered.
My mind felt like it was processing things slowly, like i
