Chapter 210
The reinforced military truck crashed through the fence like a battering ram from nowhere.
Bullets pinged off its armored hull as it skidded sideways in the dirt, cutting a swath between Winter’s group and the firing squad.
Dust and gravel clouded the air, temporarily blinding the guards.
"MOVE!" Mike’s voice boomed from the open passenger door, rifle already in hand, muzzle spitting fire.
Zara didn’t hesitate. She shoved Leo forward, her arms scooping him up as she ran. Behind her, the others scattered in desperate formation.
Ima, her hands slick with her own blood and trembling with weakness, was the first to stumble into the truck.
Miles’ eyes flicked wildly, caught between the two women: Naomi and her two kids already piled into the back of the truck, safe for now. Relief flickered in his chest like a fragile flame.
Marcus, sweat-slicked and breathing hard, stumbled through the open door, a grin breaking across his dirt-smudged face. "You’re alive. All of you."
But there was no time to celebrate.
Zara, clutching Leo tightly against her chest, was next in line. Her legs shook as she lifted herself toward the truck’s entry, muscles screaming in exhaustion. The bullet came out of nowhere, a deadly whisper slicing the space between them.
Without thinking, Richard lunged forward, shoving Zara and Leo inside with a fierce shove. Pain exploded through his abdomen as the bullet tore into flesh and muscle. He stumbled, eyes wide, but did not fall. Not yet.