Chapter 12
Awash in the truck’s headlights, Amanda crouched over
the burnt remains of former Corporal Jeffrey Tupper. In her fused-fingered hand, she clutched the
dogtags he’d worn with pride even after he’d reached the late stages of
Becoming. Her whole body shook with
rage.
She shrieked at the star-pocked sky. “How many of us have you bastards done this
to?”
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