This Is Where It Ends by Marieke Nijkamp [Nijkamp, Marieke] (z-lib.org).epub

It’s been a while since I saw Ty, particularly because he dropped out, but I
always expected him to come back. He cares too much about his education. He
prides himself on following the rules even when others don’t, no matter how
ridiculous those rules might be. It’s not like him to leave his car like this, but the
muddy brown hood is popped. “Looks like his car broke down. They must’ve
gone to find help or get another set of jumper cables.”
I breathe. Ty’s back. We’re less alone.
Despite everything that happened, Ty’s good people. Breakup or not, he
always believed in me. He still smiles when he sees me in his father’s store. He
always asks about Matt.
If he’s inside, he’ll protect Matt. And if he arrived after Trenton’s speech, he’ll
be able to help us.
He has to help us.
Chris takes the lead once more, and I comfortably fall into step.
“Then why wouldn’t one of them stay here? Why wouldn’t they take Jonah’s
car?” Chris asks. He edges to the passenger door, but Ty’s car is locked. “Does
Jonah have a mobile radio?”
I open the door to Jonah’s car and peek in. The cold air closes in on me. His
transceiver’s missing. The wiring around the base station is cut. My heart slams
into my throat. “Chris?”
I turn around, but Chris has his face pressed against the window. He’s as white
as the frost on the grass. “Claire, there are ammo boxes in here.”
“What?” I walk toward him and kick a shoe. I’ve inadvertently kicked my
teammates’ shoes all the time during warm-ups, so I don’t even look down—not
immediately.
“Gun cases too,” Chris says, continuing to take inventory.
I look to see what almost tripped me. Time moves in bursts today, cranking up
to be impossibly fast, screeching to become painfully slow. And now it stops
altogether.
Jonah’s boots—Jonah’s feet—protrude from under the car.