Quinn hurried into the back of the car, keeping a paranoid eye on the surroundings. The shadows of dusk had lengthened into the cover of night, and it was enough to make him sweat with anxiety.
He cautiously slid a bullet into the empty chamber of his revolver.
Only fourteen left...at least we got something from those men.
He hadn't seen where the other two went, and suddenly felt a chill up his spine as he realized Charlotte was alone with their mysterious newcomer.
Something about that girl made him uneasy. Though, he supposed it was just the natural wariness you had to possess in order to survive. Quinn probably knew it better than anyone. He had seen through his own eyes the cruelty of man unbound. Had felt in his own hands the sadism of a man with nothing in the world left to lose. Had felt in his own heart that complete and utter absence of remorse in the slaughter and torment of the helpless.
Such self-pity would get him nowhere in this crumbled world, and no matter how great the act of atonement, no forgiveness ever seemed to match.
But if he could save one life, enrich one poor souls world in the slightest way...well, then that was something. A small grain of sand in an ocean of misdeeds and savage acts.
It was all he could cling to, after all.
He felt weary, his furrowed brow aching under the strain of the days events. All he wanted was to sleep, no matter how fitful his slumber would be. He was strangely grateful for having chanced upon Jake. Nothing about the man suggested anything untoward or nefarious. Indeed, he seemed as sincere in his helpful nature as anyone Quinn had ever met. His stature and general sense of poise seemed to hint at a past in law enforcement, but Quinn couldn't be sure.
He only wondered how much Jake might still cling to the tenets of protection and service should it come out that he was once of those dreadful Blood Army that the rest of the world so despised.
Just another bridge to burn, I suppose,he thought to himself with a deep, inner sigh.
Just another bridge to nowhere.