Keep reading for 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 passages from Zoe's chapters in 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘸𝘯, the final Ending installment.
𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚉𝙾𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴:
For some reason, the space between us felt unstable, and I felt uneasy. It could’ve been because there was a chance I would die before this was all over, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Or it could’ve been because he was thinking about my mom and her role in all of this as he wondered what he might have to do while we were there. Either way, the unease left me a little distracted and uncertain, which was the last thing I’d wanted to feel while all of our lives—Jason’s included—hung in the balance.
𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚉𝙾𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴:
This world, where animals were our allies and friends and Abilities enabled us to communicate with them—enabled us to rescue and communicate with each other—was normal now. I almost laughed at how comfortable it all seemed.
UNEDITED DELETED SCENE - That time Zoe was kidnapped by Carl and Randall... A lot of readers say they always wonder how characters go to the bathroom when they are running for their lives or when they are held captive. Apparently I wrote a scene like that but I took it out. Probably because it didn't add anything to the story, but boy is it entertaining to revisit after 6 years collecting dust. :)
But I still had to pee. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
Carl let out a weary breath and set the glass down. Using the back of my arm, I wiped the juice remnants from my lips. “Thanks,” I breathed. Though, I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to say the words at all.
Reaching on the other side of the nightstand, Carl pulled out a small bucket. “Here’s your bathroom,” he said. He gathered the ends of the blanket that covered me and pulled it back. He fumbled a few moments with the rope around my ankles before I felt the cool air against my raw skin. Then, with a bit of reluctance, Carl helped prop me up in the bed.
I stared at him and then at the bucket. “But…how?” I could barely stand, let alone crouch over a bucket. “Do I at least get my hands?”
Carl was shaking his head before I could finish. “No. And I’m not helping you either.” His gaze flicked to the wall. “You’ll figure something out, if you want to go to the bathroom so bad.”
If I wanted to go to the bathroom? That was the last thing I wanted to do half drugged and in front of a fucking stranger. “Fine.” I yanked away from his hold on my arms and braced my hand against the side table to help myself stand. I was wobbly at best, but peeing in the bed I was tied to wasn’t an option.
I struggled to stand, and then to walk over to the bucket which Carl placed by the wall. He did me the courtesy of turning away for what felt like minutes while I tried to move without falling, all while having my wrists still bound—painfully tight—together. Carl nearly emptied the contents of his bottle while he waited. I wasn’t sure how I finally managed it, but I felt a huge wave of relief, and an ensuing wave of exhaustion when I was finished, and before my legs gave out, Carl helped me back into bed. He tied my ankles back together, all the while asking himself why he didn’t grab the shotgun outside the door and put us both out of our misery after that traumatizing experience.
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