With all the running around the Gang’s being doing lately, I’d kill to sleep in a real bed for just one night instead of stretched across the back seat of a car. I’d even settle for Jeb’s old place—even though I kind of hate the guy. I just never figured out whose side he’s on. Let me know if you’ve got any ideas about that.
But Jeb’s the least of my worries. The gang’s investigations indicate that something big is coming—and soon. We have to keep moving. It feels like somebody is always right on our tails. So lately I’ve been thinking a lot about where I would go if everything ends up going ka-boom.
My gang and I have actually been researching underground bunkers. Did you know there are companies out there who will build those for you? I guess a lot of people feel like something big could be coming—and I hope we’re all wrong.
I don’t think I’m programmed to hide in some bunker, though. I think I would head straight to the cliffs where the hawks taught us how to fly. I always imagine it as this perfect oasis, like it could never be touched by war or bad guys or natural disasters. But maybe I’m just kidding myself.
I know what you’re thinking. I’ve been avoiding the so-called “elephant in the room.” So I’ll just say it: There was a time when being with Max was the only thing that felt safe. No matter where we were. But that time feels like way, way long ago. I might only be a teenager, but I’ve lived through enough to know that nothing lasts forever.
If that breaks your heart—well, get over it. That’s what I’m trying to do, anyway.
So instead of getting on my case about Max, tell me where you’d go if you needed a place to feel safe.