Book Two: The Clone Chronicles
The moonlight reflects from the retreating scenery as the train rattles its way down the track. I perch on the back of the car, where I've sat since we managed to escape Los Angeles. The dog sighs next to me, unable or unwilling to sleep. I stroke his soft golden fur with an absent hand as my mind turns as fast as the iron wheels beneath me.
I like it here, alone in the night. Away from Chime's anger and Beckett's answering rage. I can't bring myself to feel anything but guilt. I've brought this upon them all. The pursuit of the Crawlers, the odd yet powerful soldier-like group who have been after me from the beginning. I think I understand why they want me, at least. My ability to kill with an accelerated form of the Sick, the very illness which has lain w
