“Chiz, don’t go in there.”
Decker is tugging on my arm. His dark eyes are so wide the whites show all around.
“Calm down.” I peel his fingers from my sleeve. “It’s just for a look.”
I touch the spot on my forehead where he hit me with a rock when he first saw me. It’s stopped bleeding, but it smarts. Instead of apologizing, he told me it made me look less naff.
Decker kicks at a chunk of brick. He looks up and away, into the gray sky. There used to be towers and high rises blocking the view here, but they’ve all been turned to rubble. When he sniffs and rubs his face on his sleeve, it leaves streaks in the dust on his skin.