***Zane***
My chest burns as we rush through the woods, the toxins I inhaled before putting on my mask scorching my lungs.
“Come on, Zane, we gotta move fast. The training grounds are just down there for us to resupply,” Tylen instructs, leading the way through the thick forest.
I follow him silently, my mind drifting off to Taryn.
I was so close! So close. I just needed to reach a little more and she would have been safe!
We reach the training grounds, Tylen raiding the weaponry cabinets for supplies, not once mentioning what just happened and carrying on like his aunt didn’t just fall to her death.
How can he be so cold?
He hands me a new rifle and its accompanying bullets, snapping his fingers at my face when I don’t immediately grab them.
“Hey, snap out of it,” he barks. “
