The Last Howl
The deafening thunder of gunfire ceased, leaving only the loud, rhythmic vibration of the tires on the icy road.
Atlas and Kenny slid the heavy steel shutters shut, locking out the freezing winter wind. A collective sigh of sheer exhaustion washed through the cargo bay. People collapsed wherever they could find space, sinking onto the cold floorboards or leaning their backs against the heavy wooden crates of ammunition.
Near the front bulkheads, a hushed, anxious conversation broke out among the girls.
Vanessa leaned closer to Susan, wiping soot from her pale face. "How is Professor Hawthorn still alive?" she whispered, her voice trembling with leftover adrenaline. "We all saw the arena coll