Crashing Down - A Post-Apocalyptic Novel (The Ravaged Land Series Book 3) by Kellee L. Greene
Authors: Kellee L. Greene
Ads: Link
one by one.
“We saw a camp in Washington,” I blurted out realizing that maybe I should have kept it to myself. Not that I cared that they knew there was a camp in Washington, but Ryan was there. I didn’t know what the resistance would try to do. What if they would organize some kind of raid or something? It wasn’t like I wanted anything to happen to Ryan. Even if he was truly part of HOME now, I still didn’t want him dead. After all, the reason I was alive was because Ryan had saved me. He had saved Dean and Sienna too.
Dominick nodded as if that confirmed what he had heard from his sources. He paced slowly across the floor, his shoes scraping on the cement as he dragged them.
“Even faster than what we thought. This changes things. Are you aware of any other camps?” Dominick said as if suddenly we were all his closest friends. But I wasn’t fooled. He could easily drop his attitude if he wanted something.
“Just the one,” Penn answered and Dominick eyed him, trying to decide if he was telling the truth. I knew that he was, so it was interesting to watch Dominick as he tried to decide for himself. Unless of course Penn had some secret HOME knowledge he hadn’t shared with us. Which I guess technically was possible. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but I didn’t want to think about that. I wanted to think that Penn was now one hundred percent with us and no longer hiding anything. And until it was proven otherwise, that was what I was choosing to believe.
“Of course there are more. Many more in fact. I’d bet my camp’s food that there are at least fifty HOME camps scattered about,” Dominick said as he stopped in the middle of the group and squatted down. He forced a smile, “I really hope you’ll stay with us,” Dominick said pressing his palms together, “I’m going to need an answer. Will you stay with us and help us stop HOME?”
6
six.
I looked at Penn , Dean and Sienna but their expressions were unreadable. They were all mulling it over. My grumbling stomach was trying to make the decision for me. What did we have out there? In here we’d have shelter, food and water. And would they even let us go if we told them we didn’t want to be part of the resistance?
“How many others are here?” I asked as if that somehow mattered in my decision making process.
“Back at the camp?” Dominick said looking as if he wasn’t sure what I was referring to.
“We aren’t at your camp?”
“We are not. My group is a little over one hundred. And with you all that’s plus four. Assuming you’ll stay,” he said raising an eyebrow at me.
They had a bigger group than I had imagined. And they had more groups. How big was the resistance?
I couldn’t help but wonder how they were managing to feed everyone. Where were all of the others and why were we down in this dank basement? How safe would we be at Dominick’s camp? If a hundred or so other people were there, and surviving, then we’d probably be safe there too.
Penn locked eyes with me, but I couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking. If he was trying to send me a message, I wasn’t getting it. Maybe he was thinking that we’d be safer hiding with the resistance than out there trying to hide on our own. We could try to blend in. And maybe HOME would keep their distance from the resistance. At least for now.
Although I was fairly certain that HOME was fully aware that the resistance groups existed. What felt like a long time ago, Penn had even hinted at the fact that HOME might have had people who were working against them.
“Can we get a minute to talk it over?” I asked looking at Dominick. I hoped he’d like the fact that I was asking for his permission.
“Oh! Sure of course, take all the time you need,” he said sitting down in his chair and crossing one leg over the other.
I just stared at him wondering if he was trying to be funny, or if he was just being a jerk. But if I had to guess, he was probably
“We saw a camp in Washington,” I blurted out realizing that maybe I should have kept it to myself. Not that I cared that they knew there was a camp in Washington, but Ryan was there. I didn’t know what the resistance would try to do. What if they would organize some kind of raid or something? It wasn’t like I wanted anything to happen to Ryan. Even if he was truly part of HOME now, I still didn’t want him dead. After all, the reason I was alive was because Ryan had saved me. He had saved Dean and Sienna too.
Dominick nodded as if that confirmed what he had heard from his sources. He paced slowly across the floor, his shoes scraping on the cement as he dragged them.
“Even faster than what we thought. This changes things. Are you aware of any other camps?” Dominick said as if suddenly we were all his closest friends. But I wasn’t fooled. He could easily drop his attitude if he wanted something.
“Just the one,” Penn answered and Dominick eyed him, trying to decide if he was telling the truth. I knew that he was, so it was interesting to watch Dominick as he tried to decide for himself. Unless of course Penn had some secret HOME knowledge he hadn’t shared with us. Which I guess technically was possible. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but I didn’t want to think about that. I wanted to think that Penn was now one hundred percent with us and no longer hiding anything. And until it was proven otherwise, that was what I was choosing to believe.
“Of course there are more. Many more in fact. I’d bet my camp’s food that there are at least fifty HOME camps scattered about,” Dominick said as he stopped in the middle of the group and squatted down. He forced a smile, “I really hope you’ll stay with us,” Dominick said pressing his palms together, “I’m going to need an answer. Will you stay with us and help us stop HOME?”
6
six.
I looked at Penn , Dean and Sienna but their expressions were unreadable. They were all mulling it over. My grumbling stomach was trying to make the decision for me. What did we have out there? In here we’d have shelter, food and water. And would they even let us go if we told them we didn’t want to be part of the resistance?
“How many others are here?” I asked as if that somehow mattered in my decision making process.
“Back at the camp?” Dominick said looking as if he wasn’t sure what I was referring to.
“We aren’t at your camp?”
“We are not. My group is a little over one hundred. And with you all that’s plus four. Assuming you’ll stay,” he said raising an eyebrow at me.
They had a bigger group than I had imagined. And they had more groups. How big was the resistance?
I couldn’t help but wonder how they were managing to feed everyone. Where were all of the others and why were we down in this dank basement? How safe would we be at Dominick’s camp? If a hundred or so other people were there, and surviving, then we’d probably be safe there too.
Penn locked eyes with me, but I couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking. If he was trying to send me a message, I wasn’t getting it. Maybe he was thinking that we’d be safer hiding with the resistance than out there trying to hide on our own. We could try to blend in. And maybe HOME would keep their distance from the resistance. At least for now.
Although I was fairly certain that HOME was fully aware that the resistance groups existed. What felt like a long time ago, Penn had even hinted at the fact that HOME might have had people who were working against them.
“Can we get a minute to talk it over?” I asked looking at Dominick. I hoped he’d like the fact that I was asking for his permission.
“Oh! Sure of course, take all the time you need,” he said sitting down in his chair and crossing one leg over the other.
I just stared at him wondering if he was trying to be funny, or if he was just being a jerk. But if I had to guess, he was probably
Similar Books
