Chapter 3Kenna
They didn’t stop—except for a quick break to relieve themselves outside the main wall—until well after sundown. No one wanted to spend more than a few minutes stationary. They were all terrified of the things they’d seen and experienced. And the wall of volcanoes didn’t help. But eventually Ken was forced to acknowledge an inconvenient fact about her present condition: her leg felt like it might fall off. It tingled, and if she moved it at all, her whole body trembled with a stinging pain.
The moment they were clear of Appalachia, she pulled the vehicle over to the side of the road. There weren’t any towns, inhabited or otherwise, for miles in every direction. They were still in West Virginia, not that it made a difference. The only borders that mattered now were those of
