I screw my eyes up at the trucks, counting maybe five, and way too many for the sub pack, unless they’re spread thinly among them, but can’t make out who’s driving at all. The headlights are screwing with my vision and I can’t see anything but light glare when I try to look past them. I wonder if Meadow can see me, and I long for nothing more right now than to go hug her. She would get a hug; Colton can go to hell, well, maybe not right now, as he seems like he could probably use one.
As soon as we hear the door lock slide and click into place, he glances back to make sure Doc has pulled down one of the folding seats and strapped himself in before he moves us on. The fleet of vehicles roar into life and two stays back to let us pass and follow. We’re flanked, and Colton just focuses on dr
