The truck jolted again, the impact rattling through my bones.
The conversation in the darkness hadn't stopped, and I found myself straining to catch every word.
"Although it was the richest people and the highest-ranking government officials who got to leave first," the female voice continued, her tone calm but laced with something bitter, "the person who told me said it wasn't as easy for them as they thought."
"What do you mean?" the male asked, his voice sharp with curiosity.
"They wanted to leave without a trace," she said. "That was the problem."
I furrowed my brows, processing her words. Without a trace?
"Think about it," she went on, as if she could sense our unspoken questions. "If they had just up and disappeared all at once, people would have noticed. The city was already on edge. If the civilians realized that all the people with power were escaping while they were left to die, chaos would've erupted."
She wasn't wrong.
