Fractured (The Remaining, Book 4)
D. J. Molles
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This is the destiny of those who stand for others.
Their honor will be bought in blood and pain.
The Camp Ryder Hub is broken. Lee is nowhere to be found, and his allies are scattered across the state, each of them learning that their missions will not be as easy as they thought. Inside the walls of Camp Ryder, a silent war is brewing, between those few that still support Lee's vision of rebuilding, and the majority that support Jerry's desire for isolation. But this war will not remain silent for long. And in this savage world, everyone will have to make a choice.
To keep their morals. Or keep their lives.
nodded. “Hughes?” The old man just nodded, adjusted his ancient trucker’s cap on his head. “You can count on us.” Tomlin gestured to Lee. “We’re all here, Lee. I hope you’ve got a plan.” And that was all that needed to be said. With Tomlin on board, Lee had nothing else to discuss, nothing else to consider. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. It was everything he had said to Tomlin, but it was more than that. It was Angela. It was every night she’d been there beside him when his
slowing him to about half the pace of Lee. Fuck it, Lee decided. I’m just gonna shoot him. He raised his rifle and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Empty. As he ran, he looked down, hands slapping his chest rig for a spare magazine as he dropped the one in the rifle. But he had no more spares. He’d used them all up. He was out of ammunition, and too damn late to turn back now. He began to unsling the rifle from around his shoulders, preparing to toss it. Maybe ten yards ahead of him,
fitfully at his legs seemed to mentally draw him in, so he focused on it and ignored the other things. Like the chills that might have been from the air but might have been from fever. He felt rotten, and it was difficult to tell whether it was from dehydration and fatigue or the infection that he feared was setting in to the ragged wound on his scalp. He needed to get free. He had to escape. Or he was going to die. He lay there, staring across the open space between himself and the dwindling
even really describe it. Honestly, I thought it was a jet. There were so many of them. So loud. All of them screamin’ back and forth like that.” He pushed his food around inside the brown package. “We didn’t have time to take anything. Just had to leave. Lot of folks didn’t make it out or got separated. I was by myself. No idea what happened to the others.” He tossed his head in the direction of his group. “Met up with these folks a couple days after that, and we been on the run ever since.”
we didn’t!” “Jesus Christ…” “We gave you the same chance we gave everyone else. And you fuckin’ threw it in our faces.” “Would you explain to me what the fuck you’re doing?” Keith’s voice sounded tired, exasperated. Sam leaned out from the corner, just slightly. His hand touched the wall, felt the cool grittiness of it. Sam leaned so that just one of his eyes could see around the corner. Behind the building, the three men were crowded close to the wall. Keith was on his knees, one of the men