Chapter 18
Something irritated his face. Plastic pumping artificial cold air against his skin. Without opening his eyes, he reached up to try and remove it, but someone grasped his hand and gently stopped the endeavor. Though noises he didn’t recognize surrounded him—clanging and rumbling—the voice that spoke sounded completely familiar. “Hey, don’t do that. You have to keep the mask on, so you can breathe.”
He opened his eyes a little. They burned and watered from the smoke. He didn’t recognize his surroundings and immediately felt disoriented. He tried to speak, to ask where the hell he was, but his voice caught in his chest. He coughed. A painful, sharp cough that felt like his insides ripping apart.
Terrell leaned into view, his face showing sympathy. He brushed some of Dakota’s hai
