Chapter 393: Bottom Of The Food Chain
The waves lapped gently at the edge of the beach, the entire world moving on as if nothing had happened. As if Leo hadn’t just died.
The survivors stared, breath held, as the body finally went still. The creature, whatever it had been, was no longer jerking or twitching. Just a boy now. Still and silent.
Sadie knelt beside him, hand hovering over his face, not quite ready to close his eyes. Her fingers shook. "He was just a kid," she whispered. "He—he wasn’t dangerous. We didn’t have to kill him."
Colt stood a few feet away, dripping blood and sea spray. His shirt was torn at the collar, and blood started to collect on the scratches that Leo had managed to make on him. They weren’t deep, but that didn’t mean they were clean, either.
But there was nothing Colt could do but wish that he wouldn’t become infected with something. Here, being sick was an immediate death sentence.
The knife was still clutched in his hand, Colt grunted. Right... wish. Hattie was somewhere in this jungle. If he could only find her, then he could make a wish. Cocking his head to the side, he stared through the dead body and to where Sadie was trying to keep from crying.
But changes were that one wish wouldn’t be nearly enough. No, he would need to find a way to keep Hattie contained... caged. That way, he could use her whenever he needed something. Sadie wanted everyone to stay alive, and while he knew that wasn’t humanly possible...
It should be possible for that kid.
"He was already gone," Colt said flatly, his mind spinning with his new plan. "You saw what that thing did to him. What it was."