The moment the crying girl came into view, the atmosphere inside the vehicle changed.
But not evenly.
Olynk straightened immediately, eyes fixed ahead beneath furrowed brows.
Charles froze beside him, gaze narrowing as he studied the figure standing alone in the middle of the ruined street.
K-4 didn't speak at all. His rifle simply rose another inch, barrel aligned directly toward the child through the fractured windshield.
Don's reaction came first from instinct.
Not sympathy.
Suspicion.
His eyes locked onto the girl while his foot pressed harder against the accelerator.
VRRROOOOMMM—~
The truck surged forward violently, tires crunching over loose debris scattered across the road.
A corpse near the curb disappeared beneath the front wheel with a wet crunch before the rear tire rolled over it a second later.
Olynk's eyes widened.
