A Map of Broken Streets

Previously

…Jasmine let out a whimper, shrinking back. Maya and Caleb stood frozen, caught between two fires. Brody’s sirens were deafening now. The air crackled with anticipation, the scent of fear and desperation thick enough to taste. Jasmine, the woman who had offered them shelter, had become their Judas, her betrayal a knife twisted in their already battered backs. Their adventure had just taken a sharp, terrifying turn, and the broken streets of Mississippi had just claimed another victim, or perhaps, another survivor. The choice was no longer about escaping; it was about surviving the inevitable collision.