I remember remembering,” she muttered, sitting down with a heavy sigh; she pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around her knees. “Feelings. Emotions. Like I have all these shelves in my head, labeled for memories and faces, but they’re empty. As if everything before this is just on the other side of a white curtain. Including you.
Leavitt appeared, looming over him, a syringe in his hand. “I thought we’d come to an understanding, son. I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to do this.” He knelt down and stuck the needle in Thomas’s neck, compressed the syringe with his thumb. Before he passed out, Thomas looked at Teresa again, their eyes meeting for just a few precious seconds. The world had already started to blur when they dragged her away, but he clearly heard what she called out to him. “Someday we’ll be bigger.” –.
I’m crazy, boy. I’m a madman. I could eat both of you for dinner and love every bite.
Aim high, hit low.
There are no rules. There are no guidelines.
There’s a lady slumped on the edge of the landing and her face is gone, replaced by melted skin and blood. Mark feels as if he’s been given a glimpse into hell.
Okay.” He hesitated. One word. So far, not so good.
We have more than enough data to create a blueprint.
The dreams came. The memories. More vivid than ever before. As if the depth of his exhaustion had created the perfect canvas for them.
Killing another human. It wasn’t easy to accept.
Thomas knew he had to be careful. It was strange that she only agreed with him about WICKED now that she’d gotten her memories back.
He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery.
Maybe. It’s now or never.” “Cameras and guards? It’s a big risk.” “But they have our friends.” Alec nodded slowly. “Said like a true soldier.
But the well-intended idea had gone very bad. Filling a place with people who had no hope and knew they were about to descend into a rotten, horrific spiral of insanity ended up creating some of the most wretched anarchic zones ever known to man. With the residents well aware that there could be no real punishment or consequences worse than what they already faced, crime rates grew astronomically. And so the developments became havens of debauchery.
The anticipation of fighting was almost worse than the fear of it.
We exist for one purpose and one purpose only: to save the world from catastrophe.
You can do this, he thought. Just make it to that Hole.
I’ve never been this scared before, dude. Not like this.
Keeps the Flare at bay because the virus thrives in your brain. Eats at it, destroys it. If there’s not a lot of activity, the virus weakens.
Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.