BOOK TWO: HIDE

when you can't run anymore

The last of the dust has settled. Reid coughs what is left of it from his lungs and huddles by himself in the flickering light of the weak bulb. The tunnel walls are rough and far from comfortable to lean against but he has nothing else so he lives with it.

Most of the kids have stopped crying at least. Since the blast closed the entrance, they've shivered together in terror that the ceiling will fall in ...