TWENTY-FOUR
Callum paced in front of the tavern on the outskirts of High Command, stopping every now and then to look in the direction of Dalwaring. There was still no sign of a vehicle.
Where was Kyle? The last radio transmission he’d received said he was close. He should have been there by now. Unless he’d met up with some of the new freaks. Reports had come in of more tangles with them, with many wardens killed or injured and infected during the fighting. The sitting colonels were about to go into a meeting to elect the next general and to vote on removing all wardens and having them return to High Command. He needed Kyle to help talk them out of it.
Despite everything that had happened with General Butcher, Jackson Kyle had a good reputation among the colonels. If anyone could make
