"Eventually, yes. But not before-" something bad happens. The words are taken out of my mouth when I hear the tromping of heavy boots against the ash. It's an ominous sound and I don't know what it is yet, but it can't be good.

"Run," the fence is close. There's a stretch that should be loose underneath where we can slide through and before I know it I'm pushing him towards the fence, panic settling into my gut.

It sounds like Peacekeeper's boots. Coming towards us. I don't pretend to admit that it makes sense.