Chapter 63

I know Iwouldn’t—that guy didn’t look like the playing

type. Apparently Dylan thinks so, too, because he hugs me and

mumbles into my neck, “That guy’s a dick.”

“Hush,” I tell him, glancing around as

if Ramsey might somehow appear and fly into a fit of rage at

Dylan’s words. Then Shanley and Parker come back here to find us

dead because you’re just being silly,I think, running my hands

along Dylan’s strong arm. That would not be a good turn of

events.

Across from us, Conlan forces a thin smile

and says, “He’s not that bad.” Yeah, right,I think. Here

it comes— “you have to understand…”Surprisingly not. “He’s

just a little rough around the edges,” Conlan explains. “He’s… he

and Ben are the oldest here.” With a nod, he indicates Ellington,

who is still fiddling with the airlock, Maclin nearby as if

standing guard. “When we first started getting sick, I was just a

little kid. I have no memory of the first wave, I guess you’d call