Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 682: Details on Cross town.

Everyone stared at her. Townsend looked terrified, Dominic looked confused, and Emmet looked like he wanted to crawl into the floor. In the boy’s opinion, the woman was just as crazy as he was. Just look at where she had told her men to put him!

"Suni?" Leah asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "What is funny?"

Sunshine gasped for air, wiping a tear of a mix of amusement and shock from her eye. "Moon Raine? His wife? Are you sure about this Emmet?"

The boy nodded. "She married him to take control of Crosstown, that was the plan anyway. But that man was a monster that could see right through her plans. She failed to manipulate him. I heard my father tell that to my aunt when they stopped us from having access to Moon."

Sunshine started laughing again, leaning against the cell door for support. She looked at Leah and said through chuckles, "Peter Strauss is Cassius’ biological father. Moon married both the father and the son! I cannot even make up a story this wild."

Leah blinked. It was more disgusting and absurd than amusing.

Sunshine wiped tears from the corners of her eyes and sniffled. Suddenly, all the amusement drained from her face, "Looks like Moon finally met someone crazier and greedier than her."

"And that someone now wants our home! We must deal with him as soon as possible." Leah said.

Emmet winced, "Careful, Peter is not weak, he has a good, highly trained army of superhumans. You should not attack without a plan. Your weapons maybe advanced but he is smart. At worst, he will sacrifice all those people and escape with Moon because having her means having a chance at survival."

Dominic moved and stood over the boy, his large frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the bed Emmet sat on. "Crosstown," He growled, the word tasting like ash. "People have been calling it a ghost town for a year and a half at least. A dead zone. You’re telling us it’s a base with people actually living there?"

Emmet didn’t look up from his snacks. His fingers, still stained with a bit of oil he hadn’t managed to scrub off. He had set the milk aside and replaced it with a coconut bean fruit that he gripped with a white-knuckled intensity. "What the hell is this fruit?" He inserted one seed in his mouth, and his eyes grew wider when he discovered it could be eaten.

"Focus Emmet!" Leah ordered, "This is serious."

"Right, Peter wants it that way," Emmet said, his voice flat, devoid of the usual childhood lilt. "He did not want more people going there for refuge because it is too full and they can’t feed everyone. If the world thinks Crosstown is a graveyard, the people there can outlast the apocalypse. It’s the perfect camouflage."

Sunshine made a sound that meant she had figured something out. "You said you woke up in a ditch with bodies.... anyone thinking what I am thinking?"

Emmet finally looked up. His eyes weren’t those of a boy; they were the eyes of a young man who had seen the bottom of the world and decided he didn’t like the view. "It wasn’t just a ditch. It was a disposal unit. In Crosstown if you can’t work, or if you ask too many questions that Peter does not like....... you go missing. I only got lucky that my head was not entirely chopped off and I had already awakened. It helped that one of the people they killed was a freshly awakened regenerator and their blood ended up in my mouth."

Leah gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

Dominic’s jaw shifted, a muscle jumping in his cheek like a trapped pulse.

"We know this town was full of bunkers for survivalists...." Dominic pressed.

"That does not begin to describe it, Peter was super prepared for this apocalypse. There was this giant bunker," Emmet butted in while tracing invisible drawings in the air, his strokes quick and surprisingly precise. "Underground. Three levels. A hydroponics section, armory, living section. It was built to sustain life underground for as long as possible."

Dominic gave him a tablet and told him to draw the lay out of the town.

"I can do that...." Emmet paused, smart pen hovering over the screen of the tablet. He looked at the three adults with a sudden, burning hope. "Are we going there? Are we going to kill him? I must go with you, I know all the weak points."

"No," the three adults said in perfect, terrifying unison. The bad obviously had other plans. The vengeance in his eyes and tone was so plain to see.

Emmet blinked, looking between them. "No to which part? The killing him part or the me going part? Because honestly, one of those is a very bad decision. You need me."

Sunshine stepped forward, her expression softening but remaining firm. "Emmet, you’re a child. You should be... I don’t know, drawing cartoons or complaining about chores. You should be acting like a kid. I know the pain and anger you are carrying, but somehow, in one way or another, you have to let go and live on. It is what your father would have wanted."

Emmet let out a short, dry scoff. It was a sound far too old for his face. "Acting like a kid? Mrs. Quinn, this is the apocalypse, I stopped being a kid long time ago. You need me, that is a fact."

"I am not taking you to Crosstown, even if we have to go without your map. We have drones that can map out the place for us now that we know about it. You have shed enough blood boy." Sunshine replied.

Emmet turned back to the tablet, his shoulders hunched. He knew they would not take him, no matter how much he begged. "I’ll draw your map, because I need you to kill Strauss. If you bring him here, I will still kill him myself. Still, don’t expect me to be happy about staying behind while you guys have all the fun."

"At least, you will get your revenge." Leah told him. "Re-unite with your friends and try to live a normal life."

They had what they needed, so they stepped out to discuss. The silence in the hallway was worse than the sound of them talking inside. Dominic was vibrating_ literally vibrating_ with a rage that seemed to hum off his skin.

"I’m leaving," Dominic said. He didn’t look at them. He was already checking the bullets in his dragonoid pistol. "I’m going to Crosstown. Now."

"Dominic, stop," Sunshine said, stepping into his path. "You’re on fire. I get it. We all want Moon’s head on a pike for what she’s done, but walking into Crosstown right now is just committing suicide with extra steps."

"She’s there, Sunshine! We finally know where she is!" Dominic roared, his voice echoing off the reinforced walls. "Moon is there, probably laughing with Strauss while our world still bleeds. Every second we wait is a second, she gets to plan her next move. I’m not waiting for a committee meeting. I am not asking anyone to come with me....not even you Leah."