asked Winky.“What?” I responded, huffing and puffing along, my legs on fire from the overexertion.“That it’s not called a prison. I mean, correctional institution? It sounds like a school for learning manners or something.”“It was,” said Bianca. “It’s not polite to rape, murder, or steal, children.”That earned her a few weak giggles. We were too tired to do any better.“Keep going, guys,” cheered Peter, “we’re almost there!” He had only himself to carry, so he still had enough juice to fuel a burst of energy that had him well ahead of us in seconds.I turned and looked back at my load. Jenny hadn’t moved for the entire ride. The fact that she hadn’t even roused herself enough to go pee with us was sad. It meant she was beyond dehydrated. I hated to think we’d rescued her only to watch her die.Thirty minutes later we pulled into the valet area of the prison. It looked like a freaky ghost town, trash blown up against the fences and weeds grown up high along all the buildings and in the center section in front. Even the cracks in the asphalt and sidewalks had grass growing out of them. It made me hopeful that no one had passed through here or decided to stay.Peter was waiting for us at the front gate. Bodo was next, pulling up beside him. The rest of us arrived soon after, Ronald and Jamal immediately getting off their bikes and putting them down once the girls were off. Both the guys and the girls who had been riding uncomfortably all laid down on the ground.“What are you guys doing?”
What do You think about Apocalypsis: Book 3 (Exodus)?
