Chapter 179

• Visually we follow it to the right, exposing a grimy, overgrown, and barely visible dirt road between unkempt trees. Almost obediently, we all crane our necks to stare at the dense undergrowth in stunned silence. Poised and watching as we all attempt to calm our breathing and ponder what this just meant.
• “I think we follow the birds now?” Meadow points out, clutching her chest and fanning her face to recover from the heart failure we all experienced. “Those damn birds, I swear if I catch one, I’ll wring its scrawny neck for scaring us like that.”
• “I don’t wanna,” I whine, all my senses on edge, and now I’m the one freaking out with the insane animal behavior that almost made us crash.