We left the mall in a hurry, moving through abandoned alleys. The sky outside darkened the further away we got from the mall.
Marco was ahead, leading the way with that irritating confidence of his, while August trailed close behind me. The air smelled like rain, thick and humid, but the streets were empty.
A rare moment of peace in a world that no longer knew how to be quiet.
"Where exactly are we going?" August asked, his voice curious and uncertain.
Marco glanced over his shoulder. "Somewhere with electricity. A laptop. A little thing called modern technology. Ever heard of it, kid?"
August rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot."
I smirked. "He's right, Marco. You're a walking migraine."
Marco clutched his chest in mock pain. "You wound me, Hails."
"Good."