“Stay with me,”a faraway voice says.
Stay with whom?
Is Brett calling to me?
I recall the warmth of his arms. The love in his gaze.
His betrayal…
Is my life flashing before my eyes?
No. This must be a dream. I’ve been having so many lately.
I’ve been working too hard and doing a bad job of it. If I get fired from the gas station, mom will be pissed. It’s hard to keep the numbers straight, though. Everything is so damn confusing.
Mom will understand. She always does. She’ll help me.
Maybe they’ll let me do something other than work the register. Like stock shelves. Surely I can’t mess that up.
I can’t let mom down. She’s been exhausted lately and needs help with the bills.
Not if she’s dead…
Why would I think that?
Because everyone died and you’re already in hell.
No…no-no-no…
I wish I understood what was going through my mind, but everything is jumbled.
“Come on, Fiona—stay with me…”
Who’s saying that?
My body jerks, then stills. Am I being carried?
“Hey you, motherfuckers! Guard your damn Keep!”someone shouts.
Weird.
My backside presses against something solid, followed by the rest of my body.
“I know you’re watching—come on out, cowards!”
Hunter?
Where did that name come from?
I’m confused. Dizzy. Cold.
I feel weak.
“Hurry the fuck up!”the voice calls again.
It is Hunter. How could I have forgotten him?
Is he torturing me?
