Alex’s POV
The horizon was painted in hues that seemed like a warning by the ominous, blood-red glare of morning. Though everything was still, the kind of silence one gets before a storm. I couldn't get rid of the sense that something was about to go bad.
Lena had nodded off, curled up in a factory corner, her tiredness eventually overwhelming her dread. I watched her for a moment, wondering how much of her narrative was accurate. She seemed fractured in a manner only someone who had seen too much, much too quickly could have. Still, I found myself wondering whether she was hiding something. Nobody paid to flee The Order.
Samantha sat next to her, worried clearly on her face. She seems to have suffered over the past few weeks. She had restrictions even though she was stronger than every
