Chapter 11: 11

Chapter 11 Two years later. Sophie was sixteen months old, running through the warehouse on chubby legs, laughing as Mom chased her. "Gamma! Gamma!" she squealed. The warehouse had transformed. Not just the physical space—though we'd added gardens, solar arrays, even a small school—but the people. We'd grown to sixty-two survivors. Families from nearby towns. A National Guard unit that had gone AWOL to protect their loved ones. Even a few scientists from a CDC outpost that had been overrun. The...