In a way, Aubrey was right.
No matter what I did, I didn't think it would ever be enough.
No amount of killing. No amount of blowing places apart. No amount of blood on my hands was going to fill the hole that had been left behind.
It didn't matter how many of Annie's people I hunted down.
It didn't matter how many infected I put in the ground.
Nothing brought them back.
That was why I planned on ending it today.
Not ending myself. Just ending this.
One last run. One last hit.
After that… I didn't know.
It had been a few days since the last time I went out. Everything between then and now felt like a blur. I had stopped keeping track of time. The days blended together.
I made my runs carefully.
Different times. Different routes.
Never the same area twice.
If Annie's people were looking for the guy who'd been tearing through their operations, I wasn't going to make it easy for them.
I crouched near the floor and stuffed things into my bag.
A handgun.
