Branches snapped under racing feet, each c***k sounded as loud to my ears as the truck"s backfire. Sweat ran down the hollow of my lower back, dampening the waistband of my cut-offs. I tripped over a root and grabbed a nearby tree to keep me upright. The rough bark scraped across my palm.
Marcus held up his hand, and we came to a halt. “Over there, in that outcrop of rocks,” he whispered as he pointed through the trees. A huge rock formation rose from the ground. Large cracks, overhangs, and small caves made it the perfect hiding spot.
“Why is Shaun there?” I said, brushing a lock of damp hair from my eyes.
“I saw Truck Man lurking around and wanted to get back to camp to warn you. Shaun would only hold me up; it was safer to hide him.”
“Did he see you?”
“Nah, he walked off in the opp
