Chapter 85. Don’t

She catches my arm in her mouth, that commanding snidey tone on show again, and tugs me as hard as she can to get me going. I know she wants to put distance between Colton and me, and I don’t blame her for choosing me over the plan.

It’s only then when I have to fight gravity and the momentum of moving that I’m doing so much worse than I thought. My vision is all over the place, and I’m struggling to walk straight, my head spinning. I stumble and fall onto all fours after only a few steps forward, making an exasperated noise, unable to hide how much I’m suffering. I throw up a mouthful of blood and spit in disgust, retching on more. Carmen hesitates, looks out into the chaos, and struggles to decide what to do.

I’ll find Sierra, stay. Look, behind you, in the log. Get in and lay down. Hide. I’ll be fast, please…I beg of you…stay concealed.

This time I don’t argue. I know this is bad, and I’m losing the use of my limbs and even the sensation of my fingers and toes.