CHAPTER 80

Russel’s heart practically leaped out of his chest the minute he saw the dead woman. His first thought was that the body he stumbled on was Lola. He almost lost it right there but then he realized the hair was the wrong color. Even covered in blood he saw several clumps of dark, almost black hair. Lola’s was a medium, ash-brown color. The shape of the face was different too. He could tell even though it was mutilated. It wasn’t Lola. Thank the gods, he thought and immediately hated himself for it. It wasn’t Lola but it was still someone he cared about. One of his oldest friends. He bent down and gently closed the woman’s open, staring eyes. “I’m sorry, Lilith,” he whispered. He stood back up, rage whirling through his mind like a hurricane. His hands clenched into tight fists. All the pain. All the death. He was going to stop it all. But first, he wanted to get back to Lola. The explosions started to get less frequent and as he ran through the camp, he completely destroyed anyone