Chapter 10
Angie sat in the darkness, clutching the revolver close to her chest. She’d counted to 60, just like Marcus had told her, crawled to the revolver, and then made her way to the closet. She’d turned the light off and tried to get her breathing under control. Her thumping heart wouldn’t let her, not at first, and she sat inside for nearly ten minutes before she calmed down.
But once she began to calm down, a sense of dread and foreboding began to settle on her. She tried to keep track of time but the minutes began to blend together. She hadn’t heard from Marcus – but she also hadn’t heard anyone else, either.
Is he dead? Did they kill him? I should never have let him go outside. But what other choice did we have?
She listened as hard as she could, straining to hear Mar
