“Where are you companions?”
The man speaks before I can think of a good question. I narrow my eyes.
“How do you know I am not alone?”
“When I last saw you, you had companions. Are they dead?”
“We’ve met before?” I scan his face again. I’m sure I would have remembered someone so disfigured. I’m sure I would have tried to kill them.
“I’ve seen you before. You were at the storehouse.”
“You’ve been following us?”
“I have been protecting you. I can help you. There is shelter nearby. I can take you. You will be safe there.”
I shake my head. There is no safety in this world. The last time we believe we were safe, we lost Miro. This is a trap.
“Give me back my knife.” I keep my eyes fixed on him and force myself to breathe normally.
“You will turn it on me.”
I nod. What choice do I have? He is not going to save us. He’s a Rager waiting to be born. Perhaps he’s more resilient to the contagion than most people, but it will only be a matter of time before he changes. I have to put my pack first.
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