“Ninety-seven. Ninety-eight. Two more and I’ve won. I hear the same girl—she must be standing close by—whisper, “Come on.” On the ninety-ninth push-up, Reznik shoves me down with his heel. I fall hard on my chest, roll my cheek against the asphalt, and there’s his puffy face and tiny pale eyes an inch from mine. Ninety-nine; one short. The bastard.” ZombieBastardBen ParishPush UpReznik Book:The 5th Wave Source: The 5th Wave