“Conlan says the Semper Fi’s set down. We need to get
Shanley in here, he’s got to help Marie and the infected women, if
he can.”
Dylan slips his hand into mine, lets me tug
him through the darkness in the direction of the guardroom. At
least, I hopewe’re headed the right way, I thinkwe
are. “Is it the bleed?” he asks, walking so close, our hands are
caught between our bodies and his chest is pressed against my arm,
like he’s afraid of losing my touch. His step falters, pulling me
back against him. “Wait, Neal, no. If it’s spreading—”
“Conlan says it isn’t,” I assure him.
A part of me knows Conlan hasn’t really said that in so many words,
but he’s not sick, is he? They have the girls quarantined, we
should be fine.
“But—” Dylan starts,
unsure.
Ahead, another voice cuts him off.
“Motherfucker!” someone curses, and glass shatters in the
darkness. It’s Maclin’s voice and I stop in midstep, they’re here,
the others, they’re here.“Look what the fuck you did,