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horror as I realized the Skin Eaters hands were still gripping my wrists. Jumping and screaming, I frantically shook my arms, dislodging them.
A loud crash sounded down the hallway and I spun around and stared at the gaping ceiling and the toilet that had fallen through it. The building continued to shake, more cracks appeared in the floor, and soon the hallway began to split in two. I jumped to my right, just as tile beneath me gave way. I raced down the hallway as ceiling tiles fell from above and steel support beams came crashing through the crumbling walls around me.
As I ran through the dark hallways, turning right and left, the building suddenly let out a thunderous groan, and tilted to the right. I slid sideways, hitting the wall. Blinding dust billowed from the deteriorating structure, causing me to trip over what I could not see. Scrambling to my feet, I half-hopped, half-crawled my way towards the light of the emergency room exit.
I had just breached the sliding doors when, with another groan, the exterior of the hospital began to crumble. Bricks poured out from underneath each other in a waterfall of destruction.
Terrified, I tore through the parking lot; I had just rounded an abandoned ambulance when I crashed to a stop and fell backwards onto the hard cement.
Confused, I squinted up into the sun and found myself looking into the stunned face of Marko Siwak.
“Oh...fuck,” he whispered.
Shrieking, I jumped to my feet and grabbed his arms. “Oh my gods! Where’s Xan? Is he with you? Is he okay?” I asked, looking around wildly.
Gods, had I finally found him? He had never missed a raid. The thought that he could be close by sent my heart racing. The past few months suddenly meant nothing, had been a small price to pay, if it meant I would be with him again.
“I’m sorry, Trinity,” Marko said.
I stared at him, uncomprehending. “What do you mean, you’re sorry? Is he okay?”
Oh please, please, please, let him be okay!
“Xan is fine,” Marko said. “But…”
“But what?”
“He’s moved on,” he said quickly and averted his eyes.
I stared at him. “Excuse me? Moved on…to somewhere else? As in, he left the clan?”
Maybe I could still find him, if Marko told me what direction he had gone.
“No,” Marko replied firmly. “He’s moved on to another woman. Several other women, actually.”
I released his arms and took a quick step backwards.
How could he? It has only been…a few months! How could he do that to me?
“What other women?” I demanded. “Fifi? Is he back with Fifi?”
“Go back to Gerik,” Marko said gently. “Forget about Xan.”
He glanced over at the decimated hospital. “And tell frate to start teaching you some self-control before you end up killing yourself.”
I gritted my teeth. “I’ll be sure to tell him that if I ever see him again.”
His eyes went wide. “He’s not with you?”
“No,” I said bitterly. “He dumped me in the woods near camp and never came back.”
Looking uncertain, Marko looked away. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “But it doesn’t change anything. You’re dark now and we can’t have you inside of camp.”
Without another word, I turned on my heel and walked off.
“What the fuck?” someone shouted. I glanced over my shoulder and found Tobar Popa and Marko locked in battle, shouting at each other in Romanian. Ignoring them, I walked quickly back to my Jeep.
All because Gerik had dumped his bullshit on me and Xan had moved on, I had lost my home? I swallowed back a wave of panicked sorrow. I couldn't dwell on this now. Winter was coming. I needed more food and more supplies. There would be plenty of time to wallow later.
As I exited the parking lot, I saw Tobar in my rearview mirror, standing alone, watching me leave.
Whatever. Screw Tobar. Screw Marko. Screw Xan. Screw Gerik. Screw them all. I did not need Xan, Gerik, or the Popa Clan to survive. I had been doing just fine on my own.
I was halfway
A loud crash sounded down the hallway and I spun around and stared at the gaping ceiling and the toilet that had fallen through it. The building continued to shake, more cracks appeared in the floor, and soon the hallway began to split in two. I jumped to my right, just as tile beneath me gave way. I raced down the hallway as ceiling tiles fell from above and steel support beams came crashing through the crumbling walls around me.
As I ran through the dark hallways, turning right and left, the building suddenly let out a thunderous groan, and tilted to the right. I slid sideways, hitting the wall. Blinding dust billowed from the deteriorating structure, causing me to trip over what I could not see. Scrambling to my feet, I half-hopped, half-crawled my way towards the light of the emergency room exit.
I had just breached the sliding doors when, with another groan, the exterior of the hospital began to crumble. Bricks poured out from underneath each other in a waterfall of destruction.
Terrified, I tore through the parking lot; I had just rounded an abandoned ambulance when I crashed to a stop and fell backwards onto the hard cement.
Confused, I squinted up into the sun and found myself looking into the stunned face of Marko Siwak.
“Oh...fuck,” he whispered.
Shrieking, I jumped to my feet and grabbed his arms. “Oh my gods! Where’s Xan? Is he with you? Is he okay?” I asked, looking around wildly.
Gods, had I finally found him? He had never missed a raid. The thought that he could be close by sent my heart racing. The past few months suddenly meant nothing, had been a small price to pay, if it meant I would be with him again.
“I’m sorry, Trinity,” Marko said.
I stared at him, uncomprehending. “What do you mean, you’re sorry? Is he okay?”
Oh please, please, please, let him be okay!
“Xan is fine,” Marko said. “But…”
“But what?”
“He’s moved on,” he said quickly and averted his eyes.
I stared at him. “Excuse me? Moved on…to somewhere else? As in, he left the clan?”
Maybe I could still find him, if Marko told me what direction he had gone.
“No,” Marko replied firmly. “He’s moved on to another woman. Several other women, actually.”
I released his arms and took a quick step backwards.
How could he? It has only been…a few months! How could he do that to me?
“What other women?” I demanded. “Fifi? Is he back with Fifi?”
“Go back to Gerik,” Marko said gently. “Forget about Xan.”
He glanced over at the decimated hospital. “And tell frate to start teaching you some self-control before you end up killing yourself.”
I gritted my teeth. “I’ll be sure to tell him that if I ever see him again.”
His eyes went wide. “He’s not with you?”
“No,” I said bitterly. “He dumped me in the woods near camp and never came back.”
Looking uncertain, Marko looked away. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “But it doesn’t change anything. You’re dark now and we can’t have you inside of camp.”
Without another word, I turned on my heel and walked off.
“What the fuck?” someone shouted. I glanced over my shoulder and found Tobar Popa and Marko locked in battle, shouting at each other in Romanian. Ignoring them, I walked quickly back to my Jeep.
All because Gerik had dumped his bullshit on me and Xan had moved on, I had lost my home? I swallowed back a wave of panicked sorrow. I couldn't dwell on this now. Winter was coming. I needed more food and more supplies. There would be plenty of time to wallow later.
As I exited the parking lot, I saw Tobar in my rearview mirror, standing alone, watching me leave.
Whatever. Screw Tobar. Screw Marko. Screw Xan. Screw Gerik. Screw them all. I did not need Xan, Gerik, or the Popa Clan to survive. I had been doing just fine on my own.
I was halfway
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