Despite his resolve, Reid can barely stand to leave their wrecked salvation behind. He's not the only one. He catches the sound of weeping among the others, the occasional wheezing sob cutting through their panting as they follow him back into the forest.
The fence isn't safe now. Not for a while, anyway, he figures. The hunters will find their trail and keeping to the fence will only make it easier for them to hunt the kids down. He regrets leaving it, certain he is right about a gate, an exit, but is determined to keep the barrier's position firmly fixed in his sense of direction so he can track it again.
"That was a missile." Drew has somehow managed to keep up with Reid. From the huffing and puffing the kid is doing the effort is costing him, but they can't afford to slow down. "I'm
