He looked at his mother, and the look she gave him was answer enough. He helped her hobble over to the group of people I’d indicated, leaving her in their care, and joined Charlotte in running for the warehouse where the woman and kids were.
And the hole has opened. Now it should get a lot easier to convince people to help out.
Now I just had to keep my momentum.
“You and your friend,” I spoke to a middle-aged guy and his buddy. “There’s a guy slowly bleeding out in the factory there. Go help him.”
Especially since she’s able to do this now.
The second that passed before they moved to obey left my heart pounding.
That little moment of “will they listen to me now”…
But then they do, much more quickly than the last guy, and things are good. Well, as good as they can be under these circumstances.
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