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Our world had gone mad long ago.
We lived in a perpetual hell that was only going to get worse as time went on. Survival meant you were a hunter, or you were prey.
There was no reason for me to keep playing a role anymore. Fuck my morality, and fuck what anyone thought about me.
I would find a way to get to David, and when I did, I would rip his heart out of his goddamn chest so I could feel its final beat in my hands.
I would lay his faux holy delegates out in shallow graves after I cut their throats and watched them choke on their own blood.
I would bring the devil to his knees and put that silver tongue of his to work between my thighs. If I was meant to be a queen, then it was time to wear the fucking crown.
CHAPTER SIX
My first course of action was to find somewhere to sleep and something edible to fill my neglected stomach.
I’d originally tried finding my way back to where Romero had been, but thanks to Tito’s zigzag pattern, I wasn’t sure which way that was exactly. The smoke was no longer visible in the sky, so I just walked and hoped for the best.
As the sun got lower and darkness took over, the woodland creatures began to shift about and the temperature dropped.
I got lucky after I made my way up a small embankment, using the moon as my nightlight.
I paused, taking in the square structure in front of me. It was such a random place to build a house, but despite the fact it was smack dab in the middle of a small clearing of trees, the old home had managed to withstand the elements.
There was a light on inside, the grass around the house was low, and the windows weren’t boarded up like the majority of the homes near Narcoose Bridge. It obviously wasn’t abandoned, but there weren’t any cars, and there was no sound or movement.
I took a few steps forward and abruptly stopped. “I know you’ve been following me, so you can come out now.”
At my words, Tito pushed his way through a leafy shrub and stared at me with his big brown eyes, looking like a wounded puppy.
“You’ve always been shitty at being stealthy,” I pointed out, cutting off whatever he had opened his mouth to say.
My calf muscles protested with every step I took up the porch stairs. The front door was wide open, so I took that as invitation enough. I strolled right in like I lived there.
“Anybody home?” A heavy silence answered.
The place wasn’t overly large. The word cozy came to mind. Aside from the kitchen also serving as a dining room with atrocious striped wallpaper, the rest of the house had mahogany wood paneled walls and dull hardwood flooring.
I could sense that something was off here. Doing a slow sweep through both rooms, I approached the table and took in four place settings. There were half-eaten sandwiches that still looked relatively fresh, an empty glass on its side, and a dead fly floating in a pink kitten cup full of water.
The million dollar question was what happened to the people?
“Shut the front door and lock it,” I called to Tito just as he stepped inside. He did what I asked for once without any rebuttal.
I walked into the main part of the kitchen and searched the drawers, finding a large cutting knife.
“Coming?” I asked him, making my way back to the foyer and slowly starting up the staircase, taking in the golden framed pictures of a family that lined the walls. The steps creaked behind me from the pressure of Tito’s weight.
At the top landing, I took a moment to survey the hallway. There were two doors on one side and two on the other. All four were closed.
“I don’t think we should be up here. We have no idea what or who could be in one of those rooms,” Tito whispered.
“Then go back downstairs.”
This man needed a testosterone shot in his balls. His fear was driving me bat-shit.
I had no idea he was this emasculating.
Moving forward, I opened the first door on my left, finding an empty room that clearly belonged to a little girl. There were unicorn stickers all over one purple wall.
