Sixty-five:
Ransom Tanager
There were three things about which I was sure at that precise, exact moment after my Mother uttered the word “destroy”. The first was something had moved in the trees, and I was quite certain that we were surrounded. The second was, I was going to have to kill my mother at some point. The third was, we were completely, and irrevocably, f****d.
“So,” said Christian from where he stood next to me, “anyone else notice that the moment she said that a bunch of EVOS who look like mutated Terminators came out of the works?”
“I definitely f*****g noticed,” said Chris, “everyone was like, let’s follow the psychopath to the creepy, abandoned island they said. And what do you know? The trip is going to end in our f*****g deaths!”
“I was trying to
