#Chapter127
Get Up
/"So, what are you telling me? We used to be friends? Had morning coffee and bake sales together?/" I almost laugh at that, sarcasm kicking in and as we finally hit the upper ground, he throws the truck in gear and reverses at speed right off of the platform and then backs us into a clearing in the middle of the dusky forest we find ourselves back in. We're already outside the compound, further than the dirt road that came up to the fence and I realize we are a fair bit from that completely. Underground must spread wider than I figured it did and he hits the makeshift road and puts his foot to the gas, heading out and switching on headlights to illuminate where we're going. The sun has not yet set, but the forest is grey, and shadowy, and I have to cling onto my seat as I bounce around on the rough terrain, trees hitting the windshield and roof as we skim under low branches.
