CHAPTER 32CHARLIE
November 18, 2090
“I’ll handle this; we just have to stay calm.” Rochelle stared through the windshield as I parked twenty feet back from the other truck. “I have everything under control.”
She took a breath, pushed her door open, and stepped onto the gravel road. I watched her approach the three teenagers standing in front of a backdrop of clouds tinged pink by the rapidly sinking sun, Molly in her winter coat, the two boys in heavy flannel shirts. Although I didn’t recognize their faces, the domineering way they stood convinced me they were with The Defiance. They might recognize me, but I was more worried about Rochelle. I jogged to catch up with her, unsure of what I would do to fight them all off but determined to protect her.
“Rochelle, I was starting to worry y
