The next morning I was right back at organizing food with Roland. I motioned for him to go as far back as possible in the small room, which was out of earshot of the guard.
"We have a plan," I whispered. Roland raised an eyebrow. "They made the stupid mistake of having Ingrid and Hayden work with weapons again. They don't have access to any of the lethal ones, but they have access to tranqs. They're gonna sneak several out at the end of the day so we can break out. We'll come get y'all, get more weapons, and get out of here."
"When do y'all plan on going?" Roland inquired.
"Tonight."
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Surviving
Ficção GeralAdira was your normal high school girl. Until the apocalypse started. Now, she, along with her little brother and a group of children, must try to survive in a world that no child should have to live in.
