In conjunction with the #WeWriteBooks series I’m writing over on the Go Teen Writers blog, I’m posting the chapters for THIRST on my website. Click here for the chapter archives. Plans for escape go awry? Click here to read Chapter Twenty-Two and find out what happens next!
I spent the next few days working with my dad on our map of the town. We had been monitoring the Enforcer shifts at the different gates and had stumbled onto a pattern. Four Enforcers were on patrol at each gate with the exception of the night hours of midnight to six a.m. and the 11:30 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. lunch hours.
Night was our best option, though we still hadn’t agreed on whether we’d take the northern or southern gate.
“The south gate will put us on the road back to Durango,” Dad said.
“Yeah, but it will also take us through Crested Butte and past a more populated area. That leaves us open to the possibility of trouble from outsiders. If we go north, we can drive around the top edge of the mountain, set up a camp, and start looking at creeks that pour into the East River. Could be we find one with safe water and can live right in the shadow of the compound without them even knowing it.”
“They’d know,” Dad said.
Pardon this interruption of THIRST chapters for a special announcement.
Calling all Spencer fans!
You’ve all been waiting SO PATIENTLY for Broken Trust, the third full-length novel in the Mission League series. I had planned for Broken Trust to release last year. Then life happened. Major. I’ve noticed that life doesn’t really care about my plans. It does what it wants.
Spencer waited patiently at first. Then he started to get mad. “Tell my story, Jill!” he said. “You promised!”
“But, Spencer. Life happened,” I told him.
“So? You left me with a torn ACL. Therapy is only supposed to take 9-10 months. This is getting ridiculous.”
In conjunction with the #WeWriteBooks series I’m writing over on the Go Teen Writers blog, I’m posting the chapters for THIRST on my website. Click here for the chapter archives. Is the HydroFlu back? Click here to read Chapter Twenty-One and find out!
Two days after Hannah told me about the resurgence of the HydroFlu, Zaq and I went to the market to grab some supplies. We found the place packed.
“You know what’s going on?” I asked the clerk as we checked out.
“Someone died from the HydroFlu,” he said. “I guess it happened over at the hospital, but it’s kind of freaked everyone out. People are using all their credits to stock up.”
Zaq grabbed a handful of candy bars beside the register and tossed them on the pile. At my raised eyebrows, he said, “What? I’m stocking up.”
As I drove the truck out of town, the traffic was thick. People everywhere carrying bags.
“This is bad,” Zaq said. “We’ve got to get out of this place before it implodes.”