The bark on the trees was more humid to the touch, and warmer too, than what he encountered around Soda City. The air felt damp against his skin. Soon enough, Jack found himself removing his coat. He shoved and pinned it in-between his sling rucksack and his torso.
“Might as well leave it behind, Jack, you do not need it anywhere.”
Jack shook his head. “It will get colder at night, right? I think I will keep it for now.”
All the walking had made Jack sweat enough that his hair felt oily, and his skin greasy. Jack couldn’t help but scratch and pull at his shirt and pants, always looking for comfort that he couldn’t reach. If Elizabeth was suffering from the same problem, she didn’t show it.
The trees did provide adequate cover from the sun. Their branches were long and thick and filled
