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A rusted hinge screeches as Topi pulls us through a gate, trapping the Ragers behind another fence. Moss and weeds grow through the cracked concrete beneath our feet. Water gathers in dips in the surface. A shadow blocks the sun and finally, I dare to peek out from beneath the blanket.
Emilia and Miro are nowhere. The Ragers are far behind us. Topi and I are in the shade of another warehouse, much smaller than the last. We creep around the edge, looking for a way in, banging on the metal walls as we go. Nothing responds.
The shelves inside are stacked with musty old boxes. They contain metal pipes. Topi takes one out and swings it through the air with a swish.
“We’ll keep moving when it’s darker,” Topi says. “It shouldn’t be long now.”
I take out a pipe for myself. The weight is good, sturdy enough to stand a few uses but not so heavy it will be tiring to carry. This will repel the Ragers.
“Where do we go?”
“Anywhere.” He sighs. “We left Anna. We leave them too. They’re gone now.”
I can’t lose Topi now. If I lose Topi, I will be alone.
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