The van came to a screeching halt and even through the closed doors, the scent of smoke seeped through the cracks, setting the tone for whatever was on the other side.
“Masks up, assholes. The transport vans are going to be arriving any minute and the more survivors we find and get out of here, the better,” I tried to force strength into my words, channeling the woman I’d long forgotten.
“Phantom… Gunner,” my eyes bounced between them. “These women and children have been through a lot at the hands of men. They are probably not going to trust you. Point them in the direction of safety and give them a choice. If they choose not to come, let them leave. We are not here to cause more trauma.”
“Gotcha boss,” Gunner brought his hand to his forehead, saluting before pulling his mask in place
