Gabby
We exit the woods after what seemed like an eternity and an empty plane stretches before us. The hills roll in the distance. “We"re close to the final Texan checkpoint,” Corey informs us. “We should be fine as long as we stay far enough from the river, but keep an eye out.” We"ve been lucky enough so far to not run into the type of trouble Corey thought we"d have.
About midday we see a truck crest over a hill on the horizon. It"s coming straight for us and there"s nowhere to hide. I look around, but we"re right in the open. We can"t run. I curse the fact that I only have my knife to protect me. I take it out and hold it behind my back. The truck is closing in. I step closer to Dawn to protect her. She doesn"t even draw her knife.
The truck stops and a man in a Texan uniform steps
