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being alone because she knew there were girls in the other cells all around her and the keepers were always present and always checking on her.
No one here now.
Too many images, too many sounds. They beat at her—fists made of images and sounds. Belly too big, too awkward. Hurting. She tried to tell them about the hurting when they led her from the trailer, but the keepers didn’t listen.
The farm is closed. You have to go.
Then the keepers said the last, and most frightening, thing.
If the Others find you, they’ll kill you and the baby. They’ll tear open your belly and eat the baby right out of you.
Needed to find people, find the farm, find . . . something.
Police? No. Police wouldn’t help the girls at the farm. That’s why the place was a secret. When girls were taken away by the police, they were beaten so they would lose the babies. The keepers said so.
She stumbled on the gravel that made up the shoulder on this side of the highway. Taking awkward steps to avoid falling, she ended up in the right-hand lane. She saw the big truck approaching and took a step toward the shoulder.
Images of people and highways crowded her mind. Images of animals and highways crowded her mind. A word under the images of dead animals: roadkill.
She would stand on the shoulder of the highway and wave. Maybe the people in the truck would stop. Maybe they would give her a ride and take her back to the farm. Her belly hurt more and more. Rhythmic hurting. She needed to get back to the farm because rhythmic hurting meant something.
A blast from the truck’s horn scared her. Had to move out of the way, had to . . .
She heard howling. Terrible howling.
The Others were coming! They would find her and . . .
She ran straight into the path of the truck. As it hit her, she remembered that
something
from the last prophecy—the woman’s voice saying, “Don’t! It’s not too late!”
And then it was too late.
CHAPTER 6
Thaisday, Maius 10
L ieutenant Crispin James Montgomery extended his hand to the man who rose from the visitor’s chair as Captain Burke made the introductions.
“I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Denby,” Monty said, shaking Pete’s hand. “I’m glad you and your family made it to Lakeside all right.”
“So am I. I don’t think we would have made it without the
terra indigene
’s help,” Pete said.
Pete Denby had assisted in the search for the Controller. When that assistance made him a target, he packed up his wife and two children and headed for Lakeside—a long drive from the Midwest Region of Thaisia. Their car was run off the road, a deliberate attempt to injure or kill Pete, but the Others intervened and provided an escort for the rest of the trip.
“Are you planning to go back to the Midwest?” Monty asked.
Pete’s eyes held a bleak look before he gave Monty a too-hearty smile. “Don’t think I have much future there.” The too-hearty smile slipped. “Not sure I have much of a future here either.”
“I already told you,” Burke said. “I don’t have a current tenant for the other side of the duplex, and you’re welcome to use it.”
“I appreciate that,” Pete said. “But a roof over our heads is only half the problem.”
“Problem?” Monty looked from one man to the other.
“We’ll work it out,” Burke said.
“Even you can’t continue feeding four extra people on a single ration book,” Pete said tightly.
“If you’re going to relocate—,” Monty began.
“In order to receive a ration book that can be used in Lakeside, one or more adults in the family need to be employed—and show proof of that employment,” Pete said. “Apparently there is some fear that a glut of people coming in from other towns will try to get ration books without being part of the working population, which will create food shortages. If there are shortages, prices will go up and more people will end up with less.”
“You went to two interviews since you decided to look
No one here now.
Too many images, too many sounds. They beat at her—fists made of images and sounds. Belly too big, too awkward. Hurting. She tried to tell them about the hurting when they led her from the trailer, but the keepers didn’t listen.
The farm is closed. You have to go.
Then the keepers said the last, and most frightening, thing.
If the Others find you, they’ll kill you and the baby. They’ll tear open your belly and eat the baby right out of you.
Needed to find people, find the farm, find . . . something.
Police? No. Police wouldn’t help the girls at the farm. That’s why the place was a secret. When girls were taken away by the police, they were beaten so they would lose the babies. The keepers said so.
She stumbled on the gravel that made up the shoulder on this side of the highway. Taking awkward steps to avoid falling, she ended up in the right-hand lane. She saw the big truck approaching and took a step toward the shoulder.
Images of people and highways crowded her mind. Images of animals and highways crowded her mind. A word under the images of dead animals: roadkill.
She would stand on the shoulder of the highway and wave. Maybe the people in the truck would stop. Maybe they would give her a ride and take her back to the farm. Her belly hurt more and more. Rhythmic hurting. She needed to get back to the farm because rhythmic hurting meant something.
A blast from the truck’s horn scared her. Had to move out of the way, had to . . .
She heard howling. Terrible howling.
The Others were coming! They would find her and . . .
She ran straight into the path of the truck. As it hit her, she remembered that
something
from the last prophecy—the woman’s voice saying, “Don’t! It’s not too late!”
And then it was too late.
CHAPTER 6
Thaisday, Maius 10
L ieutenant Crispin James Montgomery extended his hand to the man who rose from the visitor’s chair as Captain Burke made the introductions.
“I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Denby,” Monty said, shaking Pete’s hand. “I’m glad you and your family made it to Lakeside all right.”
“So am I. I don’t think we would have made it without the
terra indigene
’s help,” Pete said.
Pete Denby had assisted in the search for the Controller. When that assistance made him a target, he packed up his wife and two children and headed for Lakeside—a long drive from the Midwest Region of Thaisia. Their car was run off the road, a deliberate attempt to injure or kill Pete, but the Others intervened and provided an escort for the rest of the trip.
“Are you planning to go back to the Midwest?” Monty asked.
Pete’s eyes held a bleak look before he gave Monty a too-hearty smile. “Don’t think I have much future there.” The too-hearty smile slipped. “Not sure I have much of a future here either.”
“I already told you,” Burke said. “I don’t have a current tenant for the other side of the duplex, and you’re welcome to use it.”
“I appreciate that,” Pete said. “But a roof over our heads is only half the problem.”
“Problem?” Monty looked from one man to the other.
“We’ll work it out,” Burke said.
“Even you can’t continue feeding four extra people on a single ration book,” Pete said tightly.
“If you’re going to relocate—,” Monty began.
“In order to receive a ration book that can be used in Lakeside, one or more adults in the family need to be employed—and show proof of that employment,” Pete said. “Apparently there is some fear that a glut of people coming in from other towns will try to get ration books without being part of the working population, which will create food shortages. If there are shortages, prices will go up and more people will end up with less.”
“You went to two interviews since you decided to look
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