Twenty-Four
Hatching a PlanBranches snapped under racing feet, each crack 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?”
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