“They’re not helping people,” she whispered, panic creeping in. “Jessie… they’re not helping.”
Jessie shook his head slowly.
“No,” he said under his breath. “They’re covering it up.” A twig snapped beneath Sarah’s knee.
Too loud.
Too sharp.
Every soldier’s head turned at once.
“Movement!” one of them shouted.
Jessie grabbed her arm.
“Run.