Chapter 67 Who Shot Lucas?

• Reed
• Chaos. That’s the only word for it. The gunfire had stopped, but my ears still rang, my heart still pounded like I was in the middle of it. My mind was running a thousand miles an hour, but none of it mattered. I had to find Zinnia and make sure she was okay.
• "Zinnia!" My voice was raw from shouting, from breathing in dust and smoke. My hands were shaking as I pushed past debris, stepping over what I assume to be bodies. The place was wrecked, but I couldn’t focus on that.