Chapter 16 SURVIVAL GUIDE

— Eveline — We were seated on rickety chairs around tiny tables in a crowded mezzanine of a bar. The place was not big, and nearly half the space was for giant vats of stainless steel where they made their own brews, protected by large expanses of glass, separating the bar section from the factory side. Darren was on my right on his own little rickety chair. On my left was a dark skinned Tyson. He had tight cropped black hair, a black t-shirt and jeans, and an infectious smile. He had...