Pushed Into the Horde and Saved by the Apex Hunter
Language: en
The truck rattled violently over the cracked, dusty highway of the wasteland. I curled deeper into the passenger seat, my fingers instinctively tightening around the oversized tactical jacket swallowing me whole. It belonged to Ryder, draping past my thighs like a heavy canvas sack. "Keep shrinking and you’ll end up in the glove compartment," the man in the driver's seat grunted without turning his head. My body stiffened. I quietly pulled my legs back half an inch. I had to stay on his good side. I couldn't risk being disobedient. After all, three years after the outbreak, I was a…