SeventeenLater, we took the bike and cut across the countryside, heading down an empty highway, seemingly the only vehicle left in the entire world. Neither of us had spoken since Warren's parting shot about me being 'dangerous'. I still didn't know what that meant. Perhaps I wasn't supposed to.
The road snaked on through green, featureless hills, leaving the bleak and blasted area of the wild men far behind. I couldn't help wondering how far the Sandmen would go to destroy their enclave. Would it mean the deaths of the women and children, huddled in the scooped out caves within the mountainside? I knew Sandmen didn't have any conscience, that their sole purpose was to destroy, crush resistance, sweep away any malcontents. The wild men were different – a separate society, based on freedom
