We were well past the interstate. The road was now narrow, barely two lanes, and it was winding. Were we not pulling the van, we could probably cut through fields or forests to find a shorter path. But that was not an option.
I sat on the ground watching Talin and Fulton eat what few green weeds there were. JP and Quinn climbed out of the van. Unlike the rest of us they had plenty of energy. They played tag up and down the deserted road. My feet throbbed as I watched them. I wasn’t sure how I would make it another mile, let alone another twenty.
Sara limped toward me and sat beside me. She took off a shoe. Her white sock was stained red.
“What happened?” I asked, shock filled my voice.
“Blisters,” she said. Her hand shook as she peeled the sock from her foot.
I winced. Her foot was to
