CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Heather
I watch the back of the grocery store like a hawk. There's no sign of anyone, and so I signal for Marlow to go for it.
Darting out from behind his tree, he grabs a roll of bread from the dumpster and runs back into the woods, where Gregory, Brynn, and I are waiting.
God, I feel so pathetic. Is this what it's really come to? Eating out of the trash like a raccoon?
We're too close to Hawthorn to show our faces in public, though. School is only a twenty minute walk from here. Which means there could be Silver Hunters around.
"Looks like it's still good." Marlow tears the bag open. "There's only a little bit of mold."
I hesitate before accepting a piece of the bread. It's not like I haven't eaten questionable food before, but this seems like a new low.
"We have to keep moving," Brynn says, breaking the silence. "We can't stay in one place too long or they'll find us."