If I had known I was going to wake up to the sound of an explosion, I probably would’ve slept in an extra five minutes. But no. Boom. That’s how my day started—like a Michael Bay movie, minus the cool soundtrack and slow-motion walking away from the fire.
“Get up!” Adrian yelled, bursting through the tent flap. He was covered in soot and holding what looked like a smoking toaster. “They found us!”
I blinked, still tangled in my sleeping bag, and tried to understand whether I was dreaming or actually about to die. My instincts went with the second option.
“Found us? Who?!” I scrambled out of the bag and tripped over my boots.
“The Scourge,” Adrian snapped. “They’re bombing the ridge. We need to move now.”
Great. Just another calm morning in the apocalypse.
I grabbed my pack, slung it
