Here's a sneak peek of my sci-fi novel that I'm currently working on.
“What the hell Mercy?” Zayne yelled as he began to chase after Darren. I followed, hoping and praying that Darren escaped. More than I hoped for Darren’s escape, I hoped that Zayne could forgive me for allowing it. As Zayne ran out the front door, I sat on the sleeping bags, pulled my knees to my chest, and imagined all of us living in peace. Maybe I was naïve, but I still believed that at some point, it might’ve been possible, to benefit from one of the other’s existence. For so long, I hoped for survivors. I hoped to find many, not just some. My heart ached, because we were against one another.