grows up, and us. Not to mention a crotchety old hermit.” “Yeah, fine representatives of the human race. Except two of you are Zaps.” “I’m only half Zap, thank you very much. You of all people shouldn’t be such a racist.” “Depends on who we count as ‘people’ these days.” DeVontay’s skin was a rich, ebony shade, and his short curly hair revealed patches of gray above each temple. Although he was in his early thirties, he’d aged fast under the duress of the apocalypse.
