CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Luna stared at the advancing horde of controlled in horror. She hadn’t seen this many in one place before, even when they’d been at the NASA institute, even when they’d been on the docks trying to get to LA. There were so many there now that it seemed like a sea of them, all moving in concert, sweeping toward the canyon where the Survivors made their home.
Luna saw the others there just staring at them as they came forward, and that was enough to snap her out of her own horror.
“Don’t just stand there,” she shouted. “We have to fight them!”
The shout was enough to remind the Survivors of what they were meant to be doing. The ones with guns opened fire, the crack of them deafening against the silence with which the controlled advanced. The ones with tools and knives, imp
