West to the highway

We do our best to meld into the shadows and darkness as we head towards the highway. Lights etch the buildings back behind us a bit and I see an old Rambler heading out way.

Ducking into a doorway we watch some uniformed woman driving to the highway. Fear showed on her face as she was driving and I wondered if maybe she was making a break for it to freedom.

"Listen" I told the twins as we sat tightly huddled together in the doorway.

"I do not hear anything" Darla said.

"I know, normally we can pick up the train from here or planes taking off from the airport but there is nothing hardly even any insect noises" I shared with them.

"You are right" Darla said as she looked at me with admiration in her eyes.