Chapitre 101: Im The Arrogant Little Bastard, Remember?

(MILES)

Pine branches whip my face as I hurdle through them and away from the cabin. I hear Arlo fast behind me as he hurries, breathing hard and muttering swearing words. I doubt if Dalton followed us. I don't think he was able to. I'm not sure if he crawled up the stairs to throw us off either, or if he just couldn't walk. We have to put as much distance as we can between us in case he can walk.

I have no idea where we are. That means I don't even have an idea where to run to. If I were familiar with the area, I could find a road that would lead us down the mountain. For now, my instincts tell me to run deeper into the woods. If Arlo feels indifferent, he is welcome to stay back and die.