Chapter 35
- COLT
- “YOU OKAY in there?” I checked them since they suddenly went silent.
- Earlier, Iris gulped when I pointed at the dirtbike. She said she rode a bicycle when she was a kid but never on a motorcycle. We didn’t have a choice—either we walk or ride with this thing—and this was a matter of life and death. The longer we stayed here, the closer those bastards were to find us.