Logan
The building was creepy, I’ll admit. I felt uneasy, but I made an effort to hide it. We ducked down under metal beams and entered the gas station, the glass cracking beneath our shoes. ‘Anybody else feel freaked out?’ I ask and get no response for a moment. Then Mason looks at me and nods his head. I guess he’s feeling it too. I move past Crispen and go to the counter, looking around in hopes of finding a map. Mason and Crispen walk around, looking at the deserted isles filled with sand, dust, rusting shelves, and expired products. Eventually, I find one and open it up. ‘I found one,’ I tell them.
They walk over and stand one on either side of me. I point to where we are, ‘this is us, way up here, and the deserts begin down here,’ as I say it, Crispen seems frustrated.
‘That’s fa
