Chapter 75
- “Smoke.”
- Ash’s voice was a low, gravelly rumble from the passenger seat, a sound that cut through the monotonous roar of the truck’s engine. “Dead ahead. A lot of it.”
- I leaned forward, my own eyes scanning the gray, dead horizon. He was right. A thick, black pillar of smoke coiled into the bruised, overcast sky like a serpent made of ash.