Inside the Vault of St. Agnes, the cryo-pod was dead. A frozen woman’s face stared through the frosted glass—peaceful, beautiful, utterly useless. The cure was a fairy tale.
She was seventeen, though the mirror in the ruined department store told her she looked forty. Her uniform was no longer a symbol of youth, but a tool. The pleated skirt, hemmed with fishing line and razor blades, allowed her to run. The white blouse, stained rust-brown and charcoal, was stuffed with Kevlar scraps from a shattered police drone. The red bow at her collar? That was for her. A last piece of the girl she’d been before the Siren went off. Sherry Apocalypse Schoolgirl Pack 1 P Mature
Sherry smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes. “All we have left.” Inside the Vault of St
They ate in silence. Yuki leaned her head on Sherry’s shoulder. Mei hummed a pop song from before the Fall—something about a boy, a summer, a car. Sherry couldn't remember the words. The cure was a fairy tale