CHAPTER SIX
Taylor Night
We move through the tunnels and I'm not surprised that Director Yearwood knows her way around. She walks with such ease that I wonder how long it took for her to learn all the paths. I don't know how long we walk, but either I'm not used to the exercise after a month in a vault, or we've just been walking for hours.
She finally makes a sharp turn and puts her hand over what looks like a stone wall.
It moves instantly, revealing brightness. My eyes squint as I follow after her.
Unlike the cold I'm accustomed to on the islands, this place is humid and I can feel the sweat form on my forehead. The sounds of mosquitos buzzing makes me look around and I wave off the ones which try to inspect me.
"Where are we, the Amazon?" I ask, pushing aside the large leaves blocking my path as I follow after her.
"We are on the sixth island."
"The sixth?" I ask, confused. "I thought there were five islands in total?"