Chapter Seventeen
Jire listened to his parents narrate how they ended up here. His eyes glistened with pity and respect for them; they’d been through so much. The tale of how they managed to get here was not only frightening but fraught with risk and danger. The driver that brought them as far as Idanre perished along the way. They were attacked by the infected as soon as they reached the town. He died trying to protect them.
There were six other people in the cave with them; two men and four women. From the looks of things they’d been here for a while. There was a good supply of food, firewood and other odds and ends needed for survival.
“They took several trips to get them__” his father said with a smile noticing his gaze.
“You mean back down the hill?”
“Yes __”
“Jire omo mi.*” His mother cut in. *Jire my child. “Bawo lare e?”*
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