CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Kevin held on tight as they rode their bikes up into the mountains, unsure what to expect once they got to their destination. It was one thing agreeing to help the Survivors to get their friend back, but Kevin wasn’t sure how exactly he was going to even begin to do it.
As he’d told Leon, it wasn’t as if he had any special skills. He wasn’t any stronger or faster than another kid his age, didn’t have any special powers, wasn’t anything different, except for the part where he could translate alien messages, and that he seemed to be immune to the aliens’ attempts to transform people.
Still, he’d promised now, and he didn’t think they’d be able to get to the tar pits without the Survivors’ help.
“It’s not far now,” Leon called out, from the head of their small convoy. He
