Hood Outbreak

Previously

…But right now, in this broken truck, with his mother’s hand in his and Maya’s shoulder against his, the world felt almost small. Almost survivable. He let out a breath. “Then let’s go stop a plane.” Thorne restarted the engine. The truck lurched forward, finding a path through the creek. Water splashed up into the cab, cold and sharp. No one spoke. The corn closed in behind them. Marcus watched the moon rise over the fields, a sliver of gold in the dark sky. His mother leaned against him, her breathing slow. Maya’s hand found his. They drove into the night, the road ahead unwinding like a promise he wasn’t sure he could keep.