Chapter Four
Joel enjoyed saying, “I told you so,” but he wished he didn’t have to say it so often. And he wished the circumstances could have been different. Like, not so much with the apocalyptic scenarios.
“We’ve got a situation here,” Reggie said over comms. “We need backup immediately.”
The line was silent. Reggie and Joel had been lulled into thinking they’d won. They’d left their weapons sitting against the wall where they’d been relaxing, and were now separated from them by an army of rats that, as far as they could tell, were smarter than the average rodent.
“We might be on our own,” Joel said. “Ideas?”
Reggie clenched his fists inside his Rapoo-teeth-studded gloves. “We need to rendezvous with the others. Which means getting through this crowd. We can charge straight for Cod
