webnovel

Chapter 145: Leigh

Jo didn't make a move to throw herself into my waiting arms, so I stopped a few feet away, hurt by her reaction, but also so happy to see her that I didn't really care. I was probably too scary to look at with my scraps of clothing covered in miles of dirt and muck and blood, and had been dead just a few minutes before. Not like I could blame her, but she was equally decked out in blood that better not be hers, so much so that her Badass Recycler t-shirt now read Bad Cycle. That described the last few days better than I ever could, but what had happened to her?

"Is this real life? Are you really alive?" Jo said over the sharpening wind, her voice cracking. "Because if this is some kind of sick joke, I'm going to start swinging my nun chucks."