Dutch had given us an address. A safe house two hours north. Small. Off the grid. Secure.
We made it there as the sun was rising, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. The house was exactly what Dutch had promised. Small cabin. Generator. Well water. No neighbors for miles.
Ennis killed the engine, and we sat there for a moment, none of us moving.
"We should clean up," Elias said finally. "We're covered in..."
Blood. We were covered in blood.
We stumbled inside, exhaustion making us clumsy. The cabin was basic but clean. One bedroom. One bathroom. A small kitchen.
Ennis started the shower, and we took turns. I went first, and when I came out, my skin was red from scrubbing, my eyes felt hollow.
Elias went next. Then Ennis.
The water ran red, then pink, then finally clear. En
