Shattered World (Broken World Book 2) Read Online Free

fiancé, and Parvarti’s and Trey’s dead families. For all the bodies mindlessly walking the earth at this moment, searching for food or peace or who knows what.
    But I’m also exhausted. My legs are like half-cooked noodles, and there’s a deep ache in my bones that makes it difficult to breathe or stand or focus. “I need to get some sleep.” It’s all I can say, because everything is suddenly just way too heavy and painful to bear.
    “I know. I just wanted to say hi and make sure you had everything you needed. Help yourself to anything.”
    She’s so insistent when she says it. So sincere. Who knows if her fame and money had made her selfish before all this bullshit, but it’s certainly gone now. She isn’t like Mitchell. She knows the end is here and everything has changed. And I like her for it.
    “Thank you.”
    She smiles one last time before heading back to her room.
    I drag myself into my new bedroom and crawl into the king size bed, pulling the blankets up to my chin like I’m snuggling into a cocoon. The sheets are soft and warm and probably the best thing I’ve ever experienced. Even better than the shower, because in this bed I can drift off and pretend everything is okay and nothing hurts. I can imagine Emily didn’t come into my life just to shatter my world, and that all there is in my future is sleep and relaxation.
    ***
    When I wake up, the first thing my eyes focus on are the green numbers announcing it’s 10:23. A clock. How strange to know what time it is again. It doesn’t feel even a little reassuring or normal, though. Too much has changed for that.
    How long did I sleep? It had to have been late by the time we got into the shelter. By the time we got away from those monsters on the surface. It felt like we were up there for days. If I had to guess, I’d say it was close to midnight when I crawled into this bed. Although, it could have been much earlier. That means I got at least ten hours of sleep.
    If only my body wasn’t still tingling with exhaustion. Sleep didn’t bring me peace or comfort the way I’d hoped it would. All it brought me were images of the dead and Emily.
    I shiver and stumble out of bed, suddenly desperate for company. Hopefully, Hadley’s here so I don’t have to go looking for it. If only Axl were with me. But I don’t even know what floor he ended up on. That’s something I need to find out.
    I exhale when I step into the kitchen. Hadley sits at a small round table with a cup of coffee in front of her. She’s already dressed for the day, and she smiles when I walk in. “Morning.”
    I nod and mumble a few sounds that are supposed to be a greeting. They’re nothing but gibberish, so I close my eyes and take a deep breath before trying again. “Coffee.”
    She laughs and gets to her feet, banging around in the kitchen as she makes me a cup of coffee. She’s loud and cheerful, and every sound she makes pounds against my temples from the inside out. It’s like I’m hung over or something. Probably from all the stress.
    “Thanks,” I say when she sets the cup in front of me. I pick it up and wrap my hands around the ceramic. It’s hot and stings a little, but I don’t loosen my grip. I need to wake up.
    “I take it you didn’t sleep well.”
    I shake my head and take a big sip of coffee. It’s bitter, but rich. So much better than the Folgers I always had to buy. “This new reality has done a number on my dreams. Try getting a good night’s sleep after fighting off a horde of the undead.”
    She laughs, but it’s tight. “I can’t imagine. God, when Mitchell showed up down here screaming about zombies, I thought he was insane. I was sure he was playing some trick on me. You know, because of that movie I was in.”
    I vaguely remember a movie about zombies she was in years ago before she really made it big. I think it was called Zombieworld . She looked different then, not as thin. What is it about female celebrities that makes them think