The next part of The Gone. Max is missing and it’s up to Bitsy to find him… #amwriting
I scrub at my face with a hand, trying to remove the tears. I know that I’m probably making my face dirty, but I don’t care. I don’t care about my appearance, I don’t care about the others. I don’t know what is happening to my humanity.
“If they are monsters, what does that make us?” I ask, but Colin just looks away.
“We are more,” he says but he says it quietly.
I look at him and see the stain from the gunshot wound. I can’t help but reach out a hand to touch it, as if reassuring myself that he is whole again. He winces at my touch but doesn’t move.
“What happened?” I ask.
“We were chasing him and we came around the corner…” he stops and looks back, toward the place I found him. “The shot came out of nowhere. One minute I’m next to Max…
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