Chapter 58 Burn The World

• Atticus POV
• The small cot bends under my weight. I pat myself on the stomach and suck it in. "I probably should lose a few pounds," I mutter to myself.
• I lie down on the cot, and my legs hang awkwardly off the end. Placing my hands behind my head, I stare up at the ceiling. It is damp and moldy. This whole place smells like blood and piss. Or maybe the scent of blood is Kyle's that has dried all over my body.