“My nig, get in the fuckin’ van,” Duke said. “We’re hitting up Checkpoint Charlie and getting the f**k outta here.”
Dolph finally looked up and into the eyes of his oppressor.
“Are you getting out of here?”
Duke held his arms out and offered Dolph a look around. Trashed houses, most of which were dark and cold.
To his left, trash lined the streets in front of dwellings that had long-since been vacated.
To his right, the bend in the road that could potentially take them to freedom.
“Take a look around, asshole,” Duke said. “What do you do when a town just dries-up like this and gets infested? You run, that’s what. You wanna stay here?”
No matter where anyone turned, the stench of a burnt-out, hopeless society permeated the very air they were breathing.
The sound of distant sirens an
