For me.
To my surprise, the train began to slow as it took the curve around the northernmost edge of the Colony. I sat up, clutching my haversack to me. “Kyer, this is it.”
He slid to the edge of his seat, ready to stand as soon as we stopped moving. “You said it didn’t normally stop here.”
“It doesn’t,” I agreed. But as we pulled in front of the only platform on the outer wall, I saw workers standing around, waiting to board. Some of the workers on the train started to stand, too. “We got lucky. They must be changing shifts.”
We fell in line behind the others and exited to the platform without being stopped. There were no Officers waiting for us, thank goodness. This time, instead of dawdling, I grabbed Kyer’s hand and followed the rest of the workers down the covered stairway into the Collection Center. We kept a few steps back, though, and I watched everyone file past the tables and chairs to the hallway leading off to the right, towards where the incinerator was.