Chapter 237
- The ice groaned, a deep, structural sound, like the breaking of a giant's bones.
- "Get... get everyone to the truck," I gasped, my ribs screaming, my body a roadmap of pain from the Remnant's beating.
- Ash and Gary scrambled up the unstable slope after me, their faces grim. They’d tried to get the delirious, frostbitten man toward the distant, dark shape of the Nomad.