Chapter 29

The quiet, when it came, seemed louder than the collapse. John shook his head, the ringing in his ears changing pitch with the movement. Every muscle in his body ached, his ribs screaming with each breath. He pushed upright, his arms shaking with strain. Rubble waterfalled off his back.

The small space had corkscrewed around. John needed a second to reorient himself. He groaned, spitting out dirt. Nick, where was Nick and Dean? He searched the thick fog of dust in a daze, bile filling his throat when he stumbled over them. Oh God. Dean’s arm. Awareness swept back in a wave, and the sure sense that this was merely the eye of the shitstorm spurred John into action.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” He yelled in Nick’s ear, pulling him off Dean. He grabbed Dean by the collar and shoved Nick toward the same dark opening he had crawled out of only a short time before.