A few more survivors while Adam is prepping for his next move.
He’s buried his son. Now what?
I glanced at the monitors as we stood there, and caught a flicker of movement on one. I watched the screen for it to happen again. An inmate was pacing in his cell. I squeezed the deputy’s shoulder. “Someone’s alive.”
It was a very quiet fifteen minutes. I sat there for several minutes trying to figure out what to do next, but my mind remained blank. What do you do when there’s nobody to report the apocalypse to?