Dragging my eyes away from the water, I looked at Colt. "Where does anything come from?" I asked, cocking my head to the side as I looked at him.
"Is it safe?" asked another survivor. Her voice was soft, and she was clutching a child in her arms while another one was holding onto her leg. While I could feel her fear, I also knew that she had to be strong to keep the children alive up to this point. Not to mention, the one in her arms couldn't have been more than a year or two, which meant that she had to have given birth in the apocalypse.
That there was a queen.
"Nothing is safe in this world," I replied. Watching her stiffen, I guessed that she hadn't meant for anyone to hear her question. "But it will be safe for you," I continued, looking down at the children.
They were remarkably well-behaved, seeing as they weren't screaming or carrying on. Most of the adults I had met in this world weren't nearly as calm as they were. "Dante," I called out. "Désiré."
