Chapter 36

• The gate of the shipping port groaned open, a sound like a dying beast waking from a long, troubled sleep.
• Two guards, clad in mismatched but functional body armor, waved us through with their rifles. Their faces were hard, their eyes missing the frantic, hunted look of most survivors. These weren’t scared people hiding from the world. These were soldiers.
• “Keep moving,” Reese said from the front of our small, miserable procession. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. We were her property now, and she knew we would follow.