Chapter Four
THE PICK-UP PULLED over by the ruins, and I finally tore my eyes away from the legimals off in the distance. Stepping down from the ruins, a sharp pain flared in my leg. I braced myself against the nearest surface, hissing.
Right. I’d gotten a cut in the previous fall. With the adrenaline of a life and death situation coursing through me, I hadn’t even felt it. But now, a persistent throbbing was settling in.
While I was delayed, Carter rushed on ahead to the vehicle. He climbed into the back, carefully avoiding contact with as much of its outside as possible. That was just a precaution—most of the car had been protected by the biohazard wrap, excepting the wheels and some of the bottom. Luckily for us, the wrap had been developed a few years back to let people drive throu
