Ava

I don’t know why I call out to him. But as soon as I see the pile of bodies rotting in the afternoon sun, my mind instantly reaches for him, and he’s there, ready and waiting.

My heart nearly stops when I feel the calm sense of his warmth envelope me like a hug.

‘What is it?’ he asks, his mind also troubled with something, but I’m too stunned to even think about it.

All I can see are the dead, burning bodies piled high in large mounds covering ...