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“Contact,” Yuki whispered from the choir loft. Her voice was a reed in the wind. “Three mature male scavvers. Armed with pipe guns. They have a dog.”

Because that’s what mature survivors do. They stop running from the dark. They learn to wear it.

“Please,” he gurgled. “I have kids.” Sherry Apocalypse Schoolgirl Pack 1 P Mature

Sherry pressed the blade against his carotid. The metal was warm from her pocket. “No, you don’t,” she said softly. “People with kids don’t come to The Hollow. They stay in the settlements and eat rats like the rest of us.”

Sherry sat on the floor, back against the pod, and took out a piece of hard candy she’d been saving for two months. Butterscotch. She broke it into three pieces with the pommel of her knife. “Contact,” Yuki whispered from the choir loft

Inside the Vault of St. Agnes, the cryo-pod was dead. A frozen woman’s face stared through the frosted glass—peaceful, beautiful, utterly useless. The cure was a fairy tale.

The Sweetness of Rust Series: Sherry Apocalypse: Schoolgirl Pack 1 P Mature Content Warning: Mature themes, psychological tension, survival horror. Armed with pipe guns

The rain over the dead city tasted like tin and old pennies. Sherry had stopped trying to remember its real name three winters ago. Now, it was simply The Hollow—a graveyard of shattered highways and glass-toothed towers that clawed at a sky the color of a bruise.