The Recall Trials

Nomi’s fingers were still wrapped around mine when I finally forced my head up.

"How many of us are left?" I asked hoarsely.

She blinked at me, slow and tired, as if she had to count them one by one in her mind.

"I think Six or Seven," she whispered.

A chill slid down my spine. My breath hitched.

"Oh my God."

I lurched upright off the bench so fast that Nomi startled, grabbing the edge of the seat for balance.

"Vincent?"

But I wasn’t listening. My mind was spinning, gears catching and grinding.

Seven.

Only seven of us left.