The girl’s elbow jerked back and her fingers folded. How could they? How could this have ever happened? The world made no sense.ĭirectly across from her, Janie hesitated. Holy f**king hell, they were really going to do this. The world slid sideways and she locked her knees, breathing hard. Never had she met such a pretentious, unattractive git. “Let’s get on with it,” said Neil, former head of the Math department. “I know we’re running low on food, but there’s no reason we can’t make a trip into town to look for supplies. She would explain why in a sensible and rational manner, using small words. She wanted to wrap her arms around herself, huddle down into the green school jacket she’d purloined from a student locker. Roslyn’s marrow was ice and her teeth chattered. The weak winter sun above them did little to combat the bitter wind. They even gave her a say, demonstrating that democracy was not dead, even if civilization had gone belly-up six months back, when the virus first struck.Īll nine survivors had gathered on the school steps. In the end they took a vote on whether or not to trade Roslyn to the stranger at the gate.
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