Twisted (Book 3): Twisted Fate [A Broken World Novel] by Mary Kate L

Author:Mary, Kate L. [Mary, Kate L.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Dystopian | Zombies
Published: 2017-10-10T04:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

Meg

Before the others had even disappeared from view, Angus charged into the room we’d just freed Dad from. Through the window the rest of us watched in tense silence as he rummaged through an old bookshelf. It only took seconds for him to find what he needed, and when he came back into the hall he was holding a book of crossword puzzles. He frowned as he flipped through it; his gaze so focused on the book that he seemed to forget anyone else was around. He turned page after page until he was near the back of the book, and then he froze as if mesmerized by whatever was written there.

He snapped out of it fast though, and then he was heading back into the cell with his thumb stuck between the pages, muttering, “Need a pen.”

“Angus,” Jada called. “We need to hurry.”

“I’m doin’ what I can,” he responded.

When he sat down at the table, the tattooed woman let out a huff and went into the room. I did too, feeling suddenly compelled to find out what was happening. He was flipping through the pages again, stopping every now and then so he could jot a number down on his arm. When I leaned forward and got a better look at the pages, I saw that most of the puzzles were filled in, but not with answers. With names. Axl. Vivian. Emily. Hadley. Jon. Rambo. Megan. Jane. Baby. Father. Daughter. It looked like the ranting of a mad man, but to Angus there seemed to be a pattern.

“What are you looking for?” I asked when he jotted the number five down on his arm, and then flipped the page again. It was the seventh number, and he was still searching.

“See here—” He pointed to eight down where the word Jane had been filled in. “Every time I wrote her name it’s a number in the code. I just gotta find ‘em all.”

“It’s genius,” I said, marveling at the way he was able to hide something so important in a book that looked like nothing but nonsense.

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to remember it forever, so I hid it.” Angus nodded twice and flipped to the last puzzle in the book. There the name Jane was written in three across.

He shut the book after he’d scribbled the final number on his arm, and then got to his feet, but he didn’t leave it behind. Instead, he folded the book in half and shoved it in his back pocket. I couldn’t believe he wanted to keep it. It must have held some horrible memories, years and years of sitting here as a prisoner, of living a hopeless and miserable existence. Why would he want to remember that?

“Let’s go,” he said as he headed for the door.

I found Donaghy in the hall, just past Dad’s former cell. He was leaning against the wall, barely able to stand, but when I went to help him he waved me off.

“Look,” he said, waving to the cell at his back.

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