Chapter 9
James’ throat was burning, his lungs were burning, even the muscles in his legs were on fire, but he knew that he and Christian were easy pickings running across such open terrain. This was no time to let up. His disappearance would well and truly have been discovered by now, and the men of the Wildlands would be on their mutant horses, galloping through the streets of the ruined metropolis towards them.
He wanted to know where they were going, where the others were, but since he was incapable of speech and so close to dropping to the ground he decided it would be better to conserve any reserves of energy he had for the escape. Then all thoughts evaporated, so too did the fire in his muscles and in his throat. His eyes were focused on the far horizon. He ran beside Christian un
