Ahead, the sky was darker. Not from night—from more fire. Another city burning. Toledo? Columbus? He couldn’t tell anymore. They all burned the same.
He hadn’t found her yet.
He went walking. And the cities burned behind him, one by one, like fallen stars. hell or high water as cities burn zip
Then at least he went walking. With his sister’s face over his heart and the taste of canned peaches on his tongue and a three-bullet pistol riding his hip. Ahead, the sky was darker
Then came hell.
Kael’s heart slammed against his ribs. He ran after them, waving his arms, shouting until his throat bled. The convoy didn’t stop. Maybe they didn’t see him. Maybe they didn’t care. He chased them for half a mile before they vanished around a bend, leaving only exhaust and the smell of diesel. Toledo