The road rolled under the truck in a steady rhythm that would have put anyone else to sleep, and Sera was beginning to be lulled into the sense of security that only being in the truck with her horde could bring her.
Absently, she watched the world smear past the windshield, all burnt grass and broken fences and the occasional stretch of blackened ground where it looked like something had either exploded or was set on fire.
The lab sat behind them somewhere in the distance. She could no longer feel the echo of it, which meant that whatever was left that had set off her creature had finally stopped screaming.
In fact, her creature lay quiet under her skin, not asleep, never that, but resting after their little heart to heart. It was content in a way that it rarely reached. It was like the belly-deep satisfaction that came from tearing apart something that had no right to exist.
