Inside the Vault of St. Agnes, the cryo-pod was dead. A frozen woman’s face stared through the frosted glass—peaceful, beautiful, utterly useless. The cure was a fairy tale.
“Tomorrow,” Sherry finally said, “we go east. There’s a rumor about a library. Not books. Seeds. A seed vault.” Sherry Apocalypse Schoolgirl Pack 1 P Mature
Mei uncorked a brown bottle. The liquid inside shimmered like diesel rainbows. She rolled it gently. It shattered at the feet of the man with the mask. His scream lasted two seconds—his lungs turned to jelly inside his ribs. Inside the Vault of St
Sherry smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes. “All we have left.” The cure was a fairy tale
And somewhere deep in The Hollow, the Siren began to wail again. But for once, Sherry didn’t run. She just listened. Then she walked toward the sound.