Prologue
She knows she’s not going to make it. The pain from her ankle has climbed into her calf and is twisting up her thigh. Hair is plastered to her face with sweat. The palms of her hands are scraped raw so she uses the back of her wrist to clear grit and dust from her eyes. They’ve been running along the tunnel for long minutes now but her ears are still ringing from the explosion. Jagged streaks of light swim across her vision when she closes her eyes. Sh. . .
Prologue
She knows she’s not going to make it. The pain from her ankle has climbed into her calf and is twisting up her thigh. Hair is plastered to her face with sweat. The palms of her hands are scraped raw so she uses the back of her wrist to clear grit and dust from her eyes. They’ve been running along the tunnel for long minutes now but her ears are still ringing from the explosion. Jagged streaks of light swim across her vision when she closes her eyes. Sh. . .