For the next ten days, Jude Sheffield absorbed every survival skill like a sponge.
His growth was astonishing. The Jude of today was truly like a wolf cub; even an ordinary adult would likely have trouble hurting him.
Josie Quinn brought fresh vegetables from the safe zone every day, and the boy always kept his face hidden with coal dust.
With such a beautiful face, surviving in a place like the tent city was extremely dangerous, even for a boy.
But Josie didn't stop him from returning to the tent city. Only the weak were picky about their environment; the strong could survive anywhere.
'She believed Jude could do it!'
When the morning of the eleventh day arrived, Josie stood waiting at the main gate of the safe zone, just as she always did.
Josie frowned, staring at the sun high in the sky.
Except for his hesitation on the first day, Jude had always been the one waiting for her ahead of time.
A sliver of unease rose in her heart.
