I swear I’ll kill him!” I cannot let Pete die. Not for me. Sophie had stopped running long before this. She was not only listening, she was turning. And as the huge man picked up the thing of metal again, Gong, gong, she was walking toward the shelter entry and staring at the illuminated keypad sequencer which was situated at her end of the radiation trap’s tunnel, the tunnel leading out to the ladder-shaft. No. She could never let them in. Think of Lacie. Live for Lacie. Not ever, not even if dear Peter Henniger had to die. “You have fifteen seconds!” Forgive me. She turned away, heading back for the gun lockers beyond the pressure-seal, deeper into the shelter’s insides. Walking back through her warm wet footprints, Sophie went to the seal and pressed her way into the back rooms, toward the very end of the shelter, farther on unto the borderland of her own solitary world.
CODA
“Why give you me this shame? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness? If I must die I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms.” ~ — Claudio in Measure for Measure (III, i), W. S.
(The survival story of Sophie St.-Germain continues, as she endures the trials of other survivors’ horrors and she experiences the Coming of the One in FROM THE FIRE, EPISODE III: THE HOLLOW MEN , also available from Wonderland Imprints and the Kindle Store on Amazon.com.)