Chapter 7

Alexa.

After countless hours of monotonous travel in the bus, the voice on the radio droning on and on. The heat in the unconditioned bus heaping on our misery. The four of us are not speaking to each other. Refusing to make eye contact with each other, refusing to look at where she would have sat. All of us are stuck in our own hell. Imagining the atrocities being committed here. Emma has been looking around trying to spark up conversation, so we could discuss the events of Las Vegas and missing Hazel. I wanted to be out of this terrain so bad. I want to put the events of the past night behind me. This is all a bad dream I said to myself but the migraine pounding on my body and my sore body from being tossed and turned screamed otherwise. I looked out the window to the same horizon I've been looking at for over five hours. Red dust and bare rocks cut through with black asphalt. Not a single plant in sight, everything around for miles was barren plains and rocky outcrops. This place i