Chapter 110

Chapter One Hundred Ten

On the display, black snake-like things slithered over the corpses of men and women. Those had been the rotting bodies Connor had dragged out of the ship a few days before, bodies now buried beneath the moss.

They’d been technicians and crew, not mercenaries. When the bugs had gotten inside, the fighting had been desperate and lopsided.

The gore, the bullet wounds: It hadn’t been malicious but part of the chaos.

Guilt tore at Connor, now wearing a clean outfit over his fresh-scrubbed skin. He felt alive, rejuvenated by the sweet water Elise had put in the cup, and the people on the screen were dead.

This had been their ship, their home.

Already, the air was cooling as the recycler rumbled.

Bright light reflected off the tears Elise knuckled away. “We found the airlock open. After grabbing a few things, we made a run for the camp. From there, we ended up in the ruins.”

Connor stopped the video. “And that’s where the others died?”