Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Escape

I worry the Crawlers will catch us. Surely they didn't commit all of their people to the attack. But as we run and the explosions continue without a pursuit in sight, I realize that's exactly the truth. Whoever commands them has little grasp of military structure. Not that I'm an expert by any means, but I know a few things at least.

Not that I'm complaining. It's a great relief to run and know we've made it out safely. There are other threats in the city, further dangers, but Socrates clearly has a goal in mind and so do his people. He has as yet to lead me astray and proven several times to be more clever than anyone else I know, so I trust him and keep running.

I find myself dodging at last inside a large building, through a door well protected by stacked debris. I glance down, see the pile of garbage is on wheels. Yes, clever. Brilliant. I'm happy to have Socrates on my side.