Chapter 69: Good Luck
Salvatore stared out the window of their room, watching the falling snow. Grinding his teeth, he fought the need to shiver. It wasn’t that he was actually cold; it was more of a bone-deep conditioning of seeing snow fall.
"If she could tell the future, donna ya think she woulda seen dis comin’?" demanded Dimitri, coming to stand beside him. The temperature in the room was plummeting fast, and it wasn’t hard to see their breath in the air with every exhale.
Salvatore looked at Dimitri from the corner of his eyes but didn’t bother to say anything.
"I donna think she can see de future," grunted Ronan. "We’s donna feel de cold, but she’s built differently. If’n she knew dis was comin’, she’da planned for it."
"Or... maybe it’s us who’s built differently," murmured Désiré as he sat on his cot, counting each one of his bullets. He had the exact same number as the day before... 39... but that didn’t stop him from counting over and over again, hoping he got the number wrong.
Ever since Hattie had disappeared, it felt like an axe was hanging over their heads, and each day that passed without her around made the feeling worse.
"Whether we’s be warm or cold, don’t make no never mind to me," shrugged Luca, laying on his cot and looking up at the ceiling. "I’s just wonderin’ how the rest of the population is gonna survive."
"I fail to see how that’s on our heads," interjected Max. "That seems to be an Alicia problem... not ours. If she wants to be the grand ruler ’n everthin’, she needs to figure out a solution."
"Either way, it’s bullshit to just be sittin’ around on our asses, waitin’ for something to happen. And dat’s comin’ from me." Just as Ronan spoke, his face twisted in disgust, the sound of an alarm bell started ringing loudly just outside of their door.