Chapter Eighty-Three

The good news was, Angel now had a disguise. The bad news was, she looked like the victim in a horror flick.

After her second fall—when she hit her head on a rock—she’d decided she would only travel by day, so she could see where she was going. Her hair was now crusted with blood, and the rest of her was completely covered in mud. She hadn’t eaten anything since the day before when she’d come across some raspberries. She’d found a small trickle of a stream where she could get a drink, but it wasn’t large enough to clean up in.

She’d found the perfect size stick to help support the weight of her left side, since her ankle was no longer up for the task. She was still moving forward, if slowly, so she was calling it a win.

At least for now.

She’d heard only four other cars pass by on the road in all this time. Being a city kid, it was difficult for her to imagine a place this remote. Surely, she would run into civilization at some point. So far, she’d been able to suppress the panic that maybe she wouldn’t.

It was early evening, judging by the blazing orange sky to her left. Her pace picked up when she saw light coming through the trees ahead. As she broke through the edge of the forest, she realized it wasn’t lights she was seeing but the reflection of the sunset multiplied on hundreds of windshields.

At first she thought she’d wandered into a large parking lot, but then she saw the condition the vehicles were in.

This was a salvage yard.

A smile pulled up at her lips.

She could work with that.