Chapter 35It still smelled the same. Dirt and synthetic oxygen collided with one another, imprinting the smell on Isabella forever. Every time she stepped foot in a garden or wore an oxygen mask, she had little doubt her mind would bring her back to this place. The most horrible, awful, terrifying place she’d ever known.
The helicopter pilots weren’t keen on making a trip out without talking with the good doctor first. In the end, it took a group of inmates to bully him into starting her up. Half a dozen drop-offs later, they sat around the pack’s sorry excuse for a campfire waiting.
Conley didn’t have a chance to restock the pod. Whatever was left of the animals and vegetation from their last excursion would have to suffice, at least until Shannon sent for them. Still set on spring, Isa
