Twelve
Past Glasgow, there was only the open road and the wilderness waiting for us.
We drove and drove, and I pushed the gas pedal, hoping that the electricity in the engine would be enough for us to make it.
Make it in time. In time for what? I wasn't sure.
Amber had fallen asleep again. Moral and physical exhaustion caught up on her, she hadn’t slept for over two or three hours at a stretch.
Everything we had seen in Glasgow made no sense. Had the Sub really launched a virus to kill one third of the population? How? It was not in their power.
Or had it been the virus all along? Not only destroying the Internet of Things but also trying to kill everybody with a chip? Why had Björn released it into the system? Where was Björn anyway? I regretted having left him behind. But I wasn't
