Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Derek froze for a second.

Then he took a step back

“No,” he said. “I never liked her.”

I couldn’t name the look on his face.

But I knew one thing–he was afraid of me.

Good.

I nodded.

“Then it’s nothing.”

Derek fell silent for a few seconds.

Then he waved his hand.

“Get on the vehicles. We’re taking you to the base.”

The crowd surged toward the trucks.

I was the last to move.

At the door, I twitched my fingers slightly, ready to tear Elena’s body to dust with spatial power.

But suddenly, a small figure crashed into my arms like a cannonball, chattering about how much she’d missed me. It was Cissy.

Her interruption washed away most of my dark thoughts. I shrugged it off, figuring leaving her corpse to rot in the wild was punishment enough for Elena.

The truck set off.

I stared out the window–ruins, zombies, a gray sky.

Just like last life.

And yet nothing like it.

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This time, I was safe inside the vehicle. No one would shove me out. I would reach the base whole.

The convoy drove on, putting more and more distance behind us.

The stadium dwindled in the rearview, a shrinking scar on the landscape, until it finally vanished below the Chapter 10

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