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