![]() ![]() Her eyes were shiny-bright and she blinked furiously, trying not to cry. She reached for the sky, pale blonde hair flying in her pretty face. It was the face reserved for particularly painful students and staff who dared cross his path. Neil harrumphed and dealt Janie a stern look, brows drawn tight. Hope blossomed warm and deep in Ros’s gut. The girl’s elbow jerked back and her fingers folded. How could they? How could this have ever happened? The world made no sense.ĭirectly across from her, Janie hesitated. Holy f**king hell, they were really going to do this. The world slid sideways and she locked her knees, breathing hard. Never had she met such a pretentious, unattractive git. “Let’s get on with it,” said Neil, former head of the Math department. “I know we’re running low on food, but there’s no reason we can’t make a trip into town to look for supplies. ![]() She would explain why in a sensible and rational manner, using small words. She wanted to wrap her arms around herself, huddle down into the green school jacket she’d purloined from a student locker. Roslyn’s marrow was ice and her teeth chattered. The weak winter sun above them did little to combat the bitter wind. ![]() ![]() They even gave her a say, demonstrating that democracy was not dead, even if civilization had gone belly-up six months back, when the virus first struck.Īll nine survivors had gathered on the school steps. In the end they took a vote on whether or not to trade Roslyn to the stranger at the gate. ![]()
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