Chapter Eighteen
Rising from the Dust
"Dust, wake up," a voice said urgently.
A shiver ran through him. He ached all over. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt weighted down. Another shiver shook his body and the sound of someone moaning pulled at him. Was Sammy or Todd hurt? It took several tries before he could get his tired brain to send the right message to his eyelids. He blinked groggily. Bright light streamed through the window of the car. Instead of sitting, he was lying across the back seat of the car. There was a pile of blankets on top of him, but he was still cold.
"Sam... Sammy," he choked out, his throat rough and dry.
"I'm here," Sammy said, leaning over him from where she was kneeling on the floorboard in the back.
"What... Where are we?” he asked, weakly clutchin
