Chapter 73 The Offer

• The road stretched quiet before them, a ribbon of cracked asphalt buried beneath a thin layer of frost. A week had passed since the swarm attack on the depot, but the sound of claws and gunfire still echoed in Lucy’s memory. Every time the truck’s tires rolled over loose gravel, she half-expected to hear the scuttling again.
• Now, though, there was only the steady hum of the engine and the faint hiss of cold wind creeping through the edges of the windshield.
• Darren drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting near the rifle wedged between the seats. He looked calm, but Lucy could see the slight tension in his shoulders — the kind that never really left him since the Freeze began.