Twenty-Five
The sun stood high. The ruins of Area Three emerged from between the majestic mountains. I hadn’t been to this place since the day Samuel died. Despite everything that had happened, the mountains stood there, unmoving. Their quiet stares greeted me with the same sense of wonder and reverence as on the day I had seen them for the first time. It was so long ago.
Four hours left.
I drove the car I had stolen up to the side of the road, and even from above, I discovered the ruins of Area Three in the valley. My heart sank. The flames crackled before my eyes, and I heard the desperate cries. Past mixed with the present. Could it really be true? That this used to be my home once? That in reality, I have always been one of them. But as my heart made a leap with the sense of familia
