Chapter 40: Ranger Station

Tristan:

"I can't believe this bunker had a garden," Bailey says. "I mean, an actual garden. Even we Rebels didn't have a garden."

"I know," Rebecca says. "A garden. Fresh vegetables. Like, actual fresh vegetable carrots and potatoes. It's a dream."

"Too much trouble," I say. I stop when I come to the end of the tunnel. Seeing the rusted ladder in front of me, I look up and see the manhole cover. "I don't hear any scratching. The wolves must have left."

"Hopefully they're on the other side of the park," Rebecca says.

I hold out my hand, about to grab the ladder but stop. There's still blood on the ladder. It's still dripping. Pulling my hand back, I reach into my pack and pull out an old rag. I wipe the blood on the ladder before throwing the bloody rag back into my pack. With the ladder cleaned, I grab and climb it up.

Rebecca and Bailey follow me up the ladder. Once I reach the top, I place my ear against the manhole cover. I still don't hear anything. I look down at the two a