Chapter 29 – Saved Waylon
- Terra
- We drove twenty miles north, into a more desolate stretch of land surrounded by towering pine trees and thick, untamed brush. A few more blocks down a narrow dirt road, a hidden house came into view—if it could even be called that.
- This place was worse than Polaris. The foundation looked like it had been patched together with spit and prayers. The wood was gray and splintered, siding half-rotted.