Chapter 57)The Base

D@mn rouges. All they know how to do is pray on the weak. My aunt and uncle may have been strong fighters and the Seconds on our house, but ten rouges is a lot. They were only two. I sighed, letting myself feel only a portion of the real sadness. I'll let myself feel more when I have some time alone and when lives aren't at stake. But d@mn. More death. More family. Gone. More people to blame myself for the loss of. And more life ripped from good people's eyes. They weren't my favorite people in the world, but they were still good. Deep down, they cared about our house. Besides, I feel like it's an unspoken rule you don't hold grudges against the dead. ••• Jason's POV ••• I watched my girl closely as I fell slightly behind the group because of my injuries. What hurts most though is my neck. It f**king hurts it to wiggle my toes, I don't know how Ki did this to Maria. 'She was going t