Someone had once been stupid enough to calculate the odds of any one person surviving the first two years of the invasion. Then they’d been even dumber and told those odds to Arner. The number had been so astronomical as to be impossible. And the odds of a group consisting of one adult and three children, one still in her diapers?
Arner had been too busy beating the shit out of the mathematician to find that out.
He swung his arm out to the nightstand, easily finding his lamp in the utter darkness and switching it on.
Coming January 2013