Chapter 12
Jim pulled me out of the wreckage of our bunker, grunting with the effort, but even with his help I barely managed to scramble back to the surface. I nodded my silent thanks to him. I didn't have enough useful air in my lungs to actually talk.
The Furballs were milling all around us, urging me to hurry. I didn't know if it was because they sensed the urgency of our need or simply because they were scared of being out in the open. In any case, they climbed out of the hole like a f