The memory of a dimly lit camp came to me like it was etched into my mind. Shadows leaned against the walls, pressing in, but Lila didn't care. She grabbed me by the shoulder, dragging me until my back hit cold concrete.
"Adrian, you can't be serious… are you? I said they were dead—! It's no use!!" Her voice was high with panic.
I didn't respond.
"There's still time to leave. We can… we can find a safe haven. N—New Jersey!!! I haven't forgot about that! We can finally—"
"I don't want to go anywhere with you." The words left me before I could think. Maybe too harsh.
Her breath hitched. The air smelled of sweat and burnt coffee, tangling with the metallic sting of fear. I could see her chest rising and falling, her fists twitching.
