As I pulled the motorbike away from the chaos of the parking lot, the wind whipped through my hair, carrying with it the acrid smell of smoke and something far worse.
But I couldn't leave without one last look back.
What I saw made me slam on the brakes so hard the bike nearly skidded out from under me. There, emerging from the same gate we'd used, was Tobias leading what looked like the entire remaining students of Lexington Charter School. Fifteen-plus people moved together in a desperate cluster, their makeshift weapons glinting—crowbars, kitchen knives, broken chair legs, anything they could get their hands on.
They were making a catastrophic mistake.
