Chapter 49

The long way home was the same, ten year-old Talin thought as she glanced outside the truck. Though the path was, with ongoing developments from the government, replaced with new asphalt, she knew that it wouldn't last long. People from the New World were used to the road cracking after a few months. The hot and cold temperature pestered everything they could get their hands on. It was the primary reason why they couldn't simply build a dome to hide into. Aside from lacking manpower, things...