Capítulo 287: Chapter 287: Cut Off

I ground my teeth together as Crew's voice crackled on the other end of the walkie, his distant shape just visible on the other side of the river. Past the freaking mess that had been made of the hateful bridge that was our only connection to the rest of the world.

At least, that's how it felt as I listened to him explain what happened to take out the center span of said ridiculous bridge.

"They overestimated how much force they needed to blow the beaver dam." Crew sounded pissed, but only because I knew him. The flashing light of his sheriff's truck reflected red, a beacon I wished I could reach but could only focus on in the distance. "You said a boom woke you? Over."

At least there wasn't the loss of communication from the walkie talkie I used to fill him in on my side of the story, unlike the CB. "I think so," I said. "Then a second. Was that the second explosion? Over."