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Chapter Thirty-Eight
The roads are packed with pedestrians trying to escape.
Adam and I hide our guns in the waistbands of our pants,
but our wild eyes and jerky movements seem to give us
away. Everyone stays away from us, darting in opposite
directions, some squeaking, shouting, crying, dropping the
things in their hands. But for all the people, I don’t see a
single car in sight. They must be hard to come by, especially
in this area.
Adam pushes me to the ground just as a bullet flies past
my head. He shoots down another door and we run through
the ruins toward another exit, trapped in the maze of what
used to be a clothing store. Gunshots and footsteps are
close behind. There must be at least a hundred soldiers
following us through these streets, clustered in different
groups, dispersed in different areas of the city, ready to
capture and kill.
But I know they won’t kill me.
It’s Adam I’m worried about.
I try to stay as close as possible to his body because I’m
certain Warner has given them orders to bring me back
alive. My efforts, however, are weak at best. Adam has
enough height and muscle to dwarf me. Anyone with an
excellent shot would be able to target him. They could shoot
him right in the head.
Right in front of me.
He turns to fire two shots. One falls short. Another elicits a
strangled cry. We’re still running.
Adam doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t tell me to be
brave. He doesn’t ask me if I’m okay, if I’m scared. He
doesn’t offer me encouragement or assure me that we’ll be