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stretch for miles. Which direction do we go, north or south?"
Restraining a cough, Ryan gestured. "Doc, you're the tallest. Get into that
turret and guide us!"
"With the greatest pleasure." As the old man holstered his blaster and
clambered into the turret, J.B. passed up his Navy telescope. Forcing back the
top hatch, Doc tied a handkerchief to his mouth as protection from the
thickening smoke, then extended the antique instrument to its full length.
"Forest to the right, ocean to the left," he loudly announced, studying the
golden field. "The corn goes for another mile and then seems to abruptly stop.
There might be a dip in the ground!"
"Or another cliff," Krysty added, working the clutch and throttle trying to
smooth out the engine vibrations.
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Bending at the knees, Doc stooped back inside and dogged the hatch shut.
"Indeed, madam." He coughed to clear his throat. "Our choices are exceedingly
poor."
"The fire is closer," Dean said from the aft doors, a note of tension in his
voice. "I
can see flames over the top of the cornstalks."
In spurts, the LAV straggled to roll through the ancient farmland, the dry
plants bending slowly out of their way, then rising intact again as the APC
crept along.
Studying the motion of the billowing smoke, Ryan made his decision. "The wind
is from the sea, going toward the cliff. Head for the trees."
Her prehensile hair coiled protectively against her scalp, Krysty stomped on
the gas pedal. "Do my best," she muttered, mentally sending a prayer to Gaia
to aid them once more this day.
Behind them, thick plumes of black smoke masked the horizon, wild tongues of
orange flame rising to fill the sky with hellish illumination as the rapidly
growing inferno raged completely out of control.
ON THE OTHER SIDE of a distant mountain range, a small child stumbled through
a lush field of green grass. It had been early morning since her mother left
to gather wood for their campfire, and now it was late afternoon. Susie was
trying not to cry, but she was hungry and dared not eat the dead squirrel
before the greenish meat was cooked. That was how her daddy had died so many
months ago. She missed him so much, and often awoke crying from bad dreams,
seeing him thrash about foaming at the mouth until her mommy cut his throat.
Susie never wanted to eat meat after that, but it was the only food they had.
She had tried grass, but it tasted nasty and too much made her bad sick.
"Mommy?" she called out softly, hugging a bundle of rags. Her dolly had once
had a head, but it was long ago. "Mommy, where are you?"
Only the whispery winds in the trees answered.
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Following a bear path through the woods, the tearful child watched the prickly
bushes for signs of muties that might attack, clutching her doll for
protection. She was supposed to run away from strangers and animals, but if
something was hurting her mommy, Susie would kill it dead with the sharp knife
hidden inside her dolly. Oh, yes, she would. Daddy had showed her how.
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A strange sound caught her attention, and she headed in that direction.
Pushing her way through some vines, the girl cried out in delight at finding a
bush still heavy with summer berries. Odd that the bear hadn't eaten them, but
this would mean more meat for her mommy to eat! That should make her so happy.
Greedily, Susie stuffed her face with the mushy blueberries, rivulets of
purple juice flowing down her chin, until she thought her belly might burst.
It felt so good not be hungry again, if only for a little while.
Taking one last handful, the child curiously walked through the trees munching
steadily. The weird noise came again, louder this time, and there were faint
voices men talking and shouting.
Susie started to run and shout for her mother, but stopped. People were
dangerous, even the right ones without extra arms and such. Sometimes they
tried to eat you, or worse, her mother had warned. Susie carefully obeyed the
warning, even though she wasn't sure what could be worse than getting eaten by
a nasty mutie.
More voices came through the forest, and the crack of a whip. That sound she
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