Zillow Stone Must Die

In the Wasteland, home to the Nine, not everything is as it seems . . . All I needed was to run. I was no longer running in front of him. Crash was at my side, keeping even strides with mine, as a fleet of miniature drones hummed at our backs. We tore through the desert, evenly matched in speed. We were faster than fast. We were stronger than strong. We- "Ah " Before I knew what was happening, I felt a sting shoot up the side of my leg. Down I went, into a wounded position. My foot had caught against a hard-rooted stone, one that wouldn't give, and I'd landed wrongly, put too much weight against my opposite ankle. The desert had betrayed me. Recommended for ages 16+