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Chapter Forty
Warner is down.
I am up and running away with his gun.
I need to find Adam. I need to steal a car. I need to find
James and Kenji. I need to learn how to drive. I need to drive
us to safety. I need to do everything in exactly that order.
Adam can’t be dead.
Adam is not dead.
Adam will not be dead.
My feet slap the pavement to a steady rhythm, my shirt
and face spattered with blood, my hands still shaking
slightly in the setting sun. A sharp breeze whips around me,
jolting me out of the crazed reality I seem to be swimming
in. I take a hard breath, squint up at the sky, and realize I
don’t have much time before I lose the light. The streets, at
least, have long since been evacuated. But I have exactly
zero idea where Warner’s men might be.
I wonder if Warner has the tracker serum as well. I wonder
if they’d know if he were dead.
I duck into dark corners, try to read the streets for clues,
try to remember where Adam fell to the ground, but my
memory is too weak, too distracted, my brain too broken to
process these kinds of details. That horrible instant is one
mess of insanity in my mind. I can’t make any sense of it
and Adam could be anywhere by now. They could’ve done
anything to him.
I don’t even know what I’m looking for.
I might be wasting my time.
I hear sudden movement and dart into a side street, my
fingers tightening around the weapon slick in my grip. Now
that I’ve actually fired a gun, I feel more confident with it in