It doesnt matter that were exhausted, King insists we take the motorbikes out at midnight to tour the island and double-check our defenses. Hes doing it to calm my nerves because Im climbing the walls.
Civilians are hunkered down at the citadel or in the surrounding buildings, filling every imaginable space. Its crowded but the evacuation itself went like clockwork which means our drills and prep work paid off. Seeing the faces of the women and children as I passed through the endless halls was hard. I remember the fear and uncertainty of life with the Federation after my father died.
We steer toward where the Federations waterlogged hellhounds begin their creepy dance taking the curves at breakneck speed.