Chapter 101
I feel eyes on me, from all directions. Stares. Even Marvel is watching me. What makes them think I have the answers? “Deepwalker?” Sarah says. Epilogue Soliton continues on. There’s food in the Garden, and freshwater. We’re short of clothes, furniture, the sort of thing the scavengers used to retrieve, but we survive. The old clades are dissolved, and even the Butcher’s crew is joined into our single community, united by the trauma of our flight and final, desperate battle. The crew looks to Sarah and Olite for leadership. They look to Marvel, who organized the march and saved them. And, for reasons I don’t understand, they look to me. They call me Deepwalker, like it means something, and nod quietly when I pass by. Rot. I will never understand people. We bury the dead, a novelty
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