CHAPTER 3
“I think Al’s dead,” one of the group said. “Yeah…he’s dead.”
“He needed his heart medication…”
“At least he went easy…”
It had been a full day and a night already. A day and a night without water or any sound from outside the container but occasional bird song.
The container stank from human waste. There wasn’t even a bucket.
Of course, Devlin knew that the same had been planned for those damned Deplorables who wouldn’t see reason. But they were nobodies! How dare those fucking supers…
He was going to kill Mike Truesdale if it was the last thing he did.
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