![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() He could fire it in killing beams from his hands. Wherever, whatever, and whyever that was. Nothing to do about fire but watch it burn and get out of its way. Not after the fire that burned down three homes and burned one kid so bad, it took Lana, the Healer, half a day to save him. Those, too, were in very short supply.Īnd not many trying to burn candles or light trash fires. They were poignant reminders of better days.ĭarkness so deep, you’d have had to walk off into the wilderness in the old days to experience anything like it. Trash: chip bags, six-pack rings, supermarket plastic bags, random sheets of paper, articles of clothing, single shoes, hamburger wrappers, broken toys, broken bottles, and crumpled cans-anything that wasn’t actually edible-formed random, colorful collections. Weeds forcing their way up through cracks in the street. The kids passing a bottle back and forth, taking swigs, staggering. In the distance, up the street, too far away for Sam to want to chase after, a couple of kids, maybe ten years old, maybe not even that. Human Crew tags, their logo, along with warnings to freaks to get out. ![]()
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