“So what now?” The question came from someone in the back of the small group of survivors, coming from an angry younger member of the group. “Because we sure as hell aren’t getting to the Safe Zone that way.”
Coraline shot the younger man a glare before rolling her eyes and looking at their appointed leader, an ex-cast guard named Reyna. Having someone clearly in charge was very important to survival right now, and having hostility wasn’t going to help.
“Look, Alex, I’m going to tell you this one time,” Reyna said, turning to face the angry man. “Things aren’t always going to go they way we want them to and if you have problems with having to fall back on Plan B, leave.”
“Or Plan C, D, E,” Roslyn piped up, bouncing on the heels of her feet. “Love, let me tell you now that Reyna here is the best leader we’re going to get. She’s kept us alive a hell of a lot longer then you would have.”
By now Alex was looking sheepish. Hopefully next time he’d think, but no one in the group really blamed him because tensions were high. Going through the end of the world wasn’t easy.
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