“Leaving us to clean up the mess?”
“Sierra,” Charlotte spoke, her voice quiet, “Not worth it.”
Charlotte’s right, even with her own concerns about running low on food.
Yan gestured with the gun, and Sierra listened this time, stepping out of the way.
Sugita and Jay headed past the counter and into the kitchen, while Yan stood where she could block the front door. Sierra could see Charlotte shrinking away. Like a shark that smelled blood, Sugita turned his attention to her.
Sugita… *pulls up Google Translate on a suspicion*
…does not mean “shark”. It means “passed away”.
Yan means “eye”.
He stepped close, invading her personal space.
Don’t show fear, Sierra prayed.
But Charlotte did. In an instant, it was as though she was a different person than she’d been five minutes ago. Weak-kneed, cringing, not even resisting as Sugita grabbed at her wrist.