of antiseptic and grief. Molly was sitt

amp staff," she said, her voi

tidal wave of horror. The desert.

was trapped, a burning ball of agony in my chest. I grabbed Mo

. He answered on the seco

want, Jocel

voice a broken whisper. "

e. Then, a short

w tactic? Melodrama? I'm no

hun

hone. Her face was a mask of pure, una

two small, sheet-covered forms on metal tables. I co

d softly, putting a

nothing left, Molly," I whispered. "Nothi

ty, a monster devouring me from the inside ou

As we were leaving, they brought the camp staff throug

inside m

them, my nails clawing for their eyes.

k as I fought and sobbed, a w

s. "They were weak," he said, a smirk on his fa

, metallic taste filled my mouth. I spat out a mouthful of blood and my vision tunneled to