CHAPTER ELEVEN
Luckily, I avoided getting ambushed on my bike ride home. I did not run into any vigilantes or zombies reanimated by the Necromantress or anything else like that. It was just a simple ride home; indeed, it was so simple that, if I hadn’t known any better, I might have forgotten that I was technically in the middle of a war at all. Even my hurting shoulder didn’t get in the way of my enjoyment of the ride.
When I got home, I just went straight to my bedroom and crashed on my bed. I told my parents and James to leave me alone for a while, because I just wanted to rest, and thankfully they respected my wishes. Perhaps they knew how badly my shoulder had been wounded and so understood that I needed as much rest as I could get in order for it to heal properly, but I think, more
