CHAPTER SEVEN
My heart’s pounding as we tear through the forest. A message from America? What could it be? Molly must have alerted the Forest Dwellers to the news as well, because they’re all racing a few paces ahead of us, heading into the compound.
Trixie sees me and bounds over.
“What’s happening, Brooke?” she asks, clutching onto my arm. “Is it something bad?”
I shake my head. “Not bad at all. Someone’s made contact with us. From another camp in America.”
Her eyes widen with astonishment.
As we race through the gates, I see that literally everyone from Fort Noix is gathered in the main square where we hold our bonfire parties. With all the Forest Dwellers crammed in as well, it’s completely packed. There are so many people all squashed in together, some are spilling out into the
