Chapter 9
Somewhere in the mountains
21 December 2010
Sean
BY THE TIME DAYLIGHT stopped showing through the gaps between the boards over the window, we were so tense we could hardly stand it. When Fat Thug opened the door and unceremoniously tossed the usual bags of food and water to us, we nearly jumped out of our skins. “s**t,” Paul said after the door had again been slammed shut, “I can’t believe I’m so jumpy.”
“Hard not to be,” I said.
“Yeah.”
I handed him a sandwich and said, “Eat. We’re gonna need energy tonight.”
“Right.”
We polished off the sandwiches and drank the water. “How are we gonna work this later?” Paul said.
“I don’t understand the question.”
“When we get outside, which way are we gonna go?”
“Up,” I said.
“Up?” he said. “Why?”
“Think about it,” I said. “Ther
