Chapter 17
If I had thought Sinda would be sad to see us go, I was sorely mistaken. She walked with us to the platform with the turnstile, where we had first entered the subway over a week before, but she stopped beneath the last lit light. Ahead, the tunnel yawned before us, darker than the darkest night. It was a blackness so complete, I felt as if I had gone blind as I stared into it.
“Well, this is it,” Sinda said, sounding almost cheerful. “I hope for your sakes they don’t kill you when they find you.”
Kyer groused, “You’re supportive.”
“I’m realistic,” Sinda replied. “The smartest thing you did was give me what’s left of your food.”
“We won’t be needing it,” I reminded her.
“Not when you’re dead,” she said.
Kyer wore his haversack across his chest, and I reached inside for one
