Nineteen
With a warden on either side of him, watching his every move, and another two in front and two behind, Jackson’s options were limited. A tight band encircled his wrists behind his back, pulling on his shoulders. But he let no sign of discomfort show in his face. Not that the wardens given the task of delivering him to High Command would be able to see clearly with just the light of their headlamps to rely on.
Jackson hadn’t been given a headlamp, but he could see better than the wardens even without one. He’d retained most of the ability to see in the dark that had been a side effect of the freak virus. The light of the six headlamps surrounding him made it almost as bright as day in the tunnels under Harlington.
They’d left the bunker behind hours ago, the going slow due to th
