“Pick it up, Theresa. We have to keep moving,” Billy said as
he lifted his backpack higher on his shoulder.
“I need a break, please,” Theresa huffed and nearly
collapsed against the brick wall of the alley. “We’ve been running for three
blocks. We had to have lost them by now.”
Billy turned to look at his sister. Her face was flushed and
sweat poured down her forehead. If he didn’t agree to let her catch her breath,
he’d be forced to carry her until they found a decent place to hide. “Fine.
Three minutes, then we need to go.”
As Theresa took a seat on a stack of pallets, Billy paced
around the area, keeping watch. He couldn’t relax, not with the horde so close.
But they weren’t the only impending danger. “Do you have any water left?” she
asked, tossing her bottle into the dumpster behind her.
