Twelve
As soon as the morning came, I had left Area Two and Loch Lomond behind.
Caleb would lead the army through the Neutral Zone in-between Glasgow and Edinburgh with Björn’s device hiding the people from the eyes of the enemy. If there was an army. If anyone followed our call.
In the meantime, I left under the pretext of scouting the labour camp in Lake District, recruiting some warriors from Area One. In truth, I was restless.
Fraser and the McCains volunteered to accompany me, though I did not ask for company.
We’d been passing through no-man’s-land now for days.
I was reluctant to pass the Neutral Zone on foot. The ghost villages and houses became ruins over time, and nature took back what belonged to her. There was this notion all of us seemed to have, but nobody dared to say.
