Axel's POV
The chaos had finally died down. The Purifiers and their creepy robot wolves had retreated, leaving us to lick our wounds and count our losses. But I couldn't shake the image of Sarah - my sister, my best friend - standing among the enemy, her eyes glowing that unnatural blue.
I slumped against a tree, my head in my hands. How did everything go so wrong?
"Hey there, sunshine. You look like you could use a drink."
I looked up to see Kimberly standing over me, a bottle of water in her hand. She looked as beat up as I felt.
"Thanks," I muttered, taking the bottle. "Though I was hoping for something stronger."
She plopped down next to me with a grunt. "Yeah, well, beggars can't be choosers. So, want to talk about it?"
I took a long swig of water before answering. "About what?
