Chapter Thirty-Nine
There was a medic in the helicopter.
She patched up our wounds as we drank gray slop they promised would help us recover.
The helicopter flew us away as soon as the kep realized there were no other survivors. They left most of the guards behind to search the woods for whoever had killed so many domes citizens in less than a day.
Another helicopter would go back for the guards and the bodies at the lookout tower. There wasn’t enough left of the ones killed in the depot to be worth the resources required to move the remains. Their charred bones would be left in the ruins.
A whole caravan of people reduced to five blood-covered survivors and eight mangled corpses.
They strapped masks to our faces. The mist was different than what Jac had given me. It still tasted lik
