Chapter 48: Volcano

I had projected myself to the remote camp in Georgia in a matter of nanoseconds, so the fact that it took me four hours to get there via car was monotonous. The roads were relatively empty except for the occasional passing trucks. I stuck to the speed limit; even if I thought I could get away with going faster, it wasn’t worth the risk of getting pulled over and possibly leaving a record of my trip.

The sky was still pitch black when I reached the last lonely road on my GPS directions. It ran between two swamps that were dotted with clumps of scrub pines, and there was not another landmark as far as I could see. I pulled to the shoulder and turned off my lights. I wasn’t certain how far I had to walk to reach the commune, and the knots in my stomach reminded me that I didn’t know how much time I had, either. Or more accurately, how much time Rafe had.