Chapter 337: Worse Than A Traitor
The sun hadn’t even risen when Réne had called an all-hands-on-deck meeting. "We need to give the people an explanation," he said, looking around the room.
Everyone who had a command was there: Adam and Eve, Bishop and Sophia, and Alicia. They were the power core that made New Dawn Sanctuary what it was, and they had to present a united front, no matter what personal squabbles were going on.
"Is there even anyone left to explain to?" demanded Bishop, his face impassive as he looked over at Adam. The other man simply raised an eyebrow before dismissing Bishop like he was beneath him.
Fucker.
"Look, I know you are upset," sighed Alicia, as she rubbed her forehead. The circles under her eyes spoke volumes about her quality of sleep last night. "But this is the end of the world. We don’t have the ability to crumble and fold because things got too tough. If we back down or call it quits, what happens next? What happens to those who look to us to give them that feeling of security?"
"Security?" sneered Bishop, even as Sophia squeezed his hand, warning him to back down. "Our people would have stood a better chance of surviving without the walls around us. They were trapped with things out of nightmares! There is no coming back from that."
"I disagree," sighed Eve. She and Adam were sitting on the couch, and they both had a mug of coffee in their hands as they tried to wake up. "Alicia was right. People are looking to us for security. If we want the human race to survive, we have to give that to them."
"Good fucking luck," sneered Bishop.
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