I counted twenty-three children and two women. The women were so emaciated I was sure neither was Blondie's mom. Where are her parents? s**t. The grief expressed by my girl was affecting me deeply.
And where are Carl and Tho?
I snorted a drip, eyes darting.
Toting tortured innocents, our procession of criminals stumbled up the mildewed stairs. As we neared the top the sound of small arms fire could be heard clearly, even felt, a slight pulsing pressure against my hair.
My instincts went on edge. We were safer in the dungeon. “Big Guns.”
“What?” he shouted in my ear.
I flinched. “Exit?”
“Don't have one. Feds are out front. May thang kho nang f*****g bastards are out back. We're in the middle.” He grunted. “Oh, and by the way, there's a qui xu white boy shooting missiles from a milita
