The driver’s features were grim and his arms were stiff with tension as he struggled to keep the jeep from rolling over due to the sudden increase in weight.
An explosion near the front left bumper sprayed them with dirt. The driver made a sharp turn to the right to avoid the crater created by whatever ordinance the enemy was using. Maddie felt like she’d lose her lunch. She tasted bile at the back of her throat.
The driver drove like a man possessed (which is entirely possible in unreality) until they rounded a cliff. With a wall between them the explosions stopped but the driver kept zigzagging.
After twenty minutes they arrived an encampment surrounded by guard towers on the four corners. Teams of men and women stood in the guard towers scanning the plains that ran away toward the gr
