Chapter 32: One Of His Brothers
"Oh, for fucks sake," sighed Alicia. "Get out of my way so I can get rid of the bodies. Clearly, you aren’t going to listen to reason until it smacks you in your face. There is nothing here worth dying for. Guns aren’t going to be much good to you once the mutated freaks become the dominant predator."
Curious about what Alicia was going to do next, I continued to watch through Max’s eyes as she pulled a flame thrower out from thin air and started to set the tower of bodies on fire.
Resting my head against Max’s shoulder, I wrinkled my nose at the stench of rotting meat being barbequed. Well, there went what little appetite I didn’t have.
"Can we go in now? At this rate, we’ll be spending the night here as well, and I wanted to be long gone before that happened," sneered Alicia, the flamethrower disappearing from her hands. Marching toward the now open door, she brushed past Dimitri and went into the station.
"Shit before shovel, I be guessin’," muttered Ronan under his breath and I couldn’t help the bark of laughter coming out of me. René turned to glare at him but otherwise didn’t say anything.
I wondered for a moment if this was a long-standing argument with the seven of them. René seemed to be the only one who actually liked Alicia, while the others simply tolerated her.
He quickly followed her before everyone else scurried in after them. Dimitri and the guys stayed behind, sharing a look with each other.
"Huh," grunted one of the guys I had yet to meet.
"Yup," nodded Max, tilting his head toward the station.