Chapter Sixteen

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Chance's pov...

(Five months later...)

Dylan was still in the coma five months later.

I was now all healed up from my bullet wound.

Joel had caught the sickness Dylan had.

He was asleep, and the rest of us took turns to care for the two sickly people.

Dylan had nasty fevers.

The best we could do was to check his pulse every hour or so.

On day, Blaize had told the rest of us that she smelled something.

We smelled it, too.

We headed over to Joel and Dylan.

We saw something.

Joel was dead.

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