Chapter 117

When the door fully closes, I walk out in front of the tree where I’ve been hiding and peer over to where he left his truck, wondering if he may have left anything of value. If I’m cutting my losses and running, he might have something. Maybe a medipack, food, clothes, or something I can use. He didn’t lock it, and he was alone. He probably isn’t coming out right away, and I should make the most of his absence before returning. He might not stay, and judging by the fact he abandoned his truck and never brought it into the compound; I don’t think he is. I have to be quick and go. I run along the tree line, keeping to the inner side and within its shadow, and dash his truck, using hyper-speed to get to it fast and look inside when I slide up against the door furthest from the building. It’s an off-road four-by-four covered in mud and debris and the perfect vehicle for moving around this terrain. I can tell right away there’s nothing in it. Nothing in view that I would want, not even gene