“What the f**k?” Atlas said around his coughing, trying to use his shirt to cover his mouth.
He took his shirt off, tearing it in two, handing me half and we both tied our pieces over our noses and mouths. It didn’t stop the burn of the noxious gas, but it helped some.
“What are we supposed to do?” I scooted my feet, noting that the ground we were stepping on was dirt and no longer grass.
“Get low, let's see if we can get a clearer view of where in the hell we are,” Atlas yelled around his makeshift mask.
We got low on our stomachs and the view did clear some. It looked like we were in a dead-end valley of dirt, but the walls were lined with wooden spikes and spears. At the end of the valley against the wall was a group of people. Three children, two women, and a senior man. The earth
