The cannibals' leader's jaw tightens.
"You don't get to play the victim here," Trish continues, jabbing a finger at his chest. "We all went through the same apocalypse. We all lost people. We all suffered. But we didn't start tearing each other apart like fucking animals!"
Her outburst commands silence in the caves
Somewhere in here, Dom lets out a choked sound.
I turn and see him curled up in the corner, arms wrapped around his knees and his face buried on it. His shoulders shake, and when he lifts his head, his eyes are red and swollen.
Vic is gone.
For the first time in his life, Dom is alone.
The sight guts me. I should go to him. Should say something. But what the hell am I supposed to say? Sorry your brother just got eaten alive in front of you?Sorry we couldn't do anything to save him?
"Sorry?"
It's not enough. It will never be enough.
