Fifty-Two
Justice had no idea how long they had been travelling before the truck came to a stop. They had left the main road behind some time ago, going from bitumen to a dirt track. Every inch of her body was strung tight, the effort to remain seated while the truck bounced and lurched from one pothole to the next exhausting, though her invulnerability shielded her from the worst of the punishing ride.
The faint light coming into the back from the truck’s cab allowed her to see Hannah, who gave no sign she’d found the going tough. In contrast, Justice could read discomfort on the face of Cole. For his part, Marcus had shown no emotion the entire trip and the freaks didn’t seem to care what punishment their bodies took.
He remained seated, and soon a figure appeared at the back of the t
